Post by CWA Admin on Sept 7, 2021 22:48:27 GMT -5
Blake Samuels is center ring, smiling, as the crowd cheers. Rock music fills the air. Loud chants of “NP-dub!” ring out through the masked crowd; five thousand or so chanting in unison!
Blake takes a moment to look around the arena to enjoy the energy of the fans for the first time since the pandemic began. The music stops…
“On behalf of the crew, wrestlers and NPW Owner Gus Arnold, I like to welcome you all back to Northern Pro Wrestling!” The fans cheer wildly, fresh “NP-dub!” chants fill the air.”Tonight there’s a focus on the Tagteam division but we have a stacked card from top to bottom! Your night of NPW action starts with Xialong taking on Chris Parsons.” There’s a moderate applause for the opening match as Blake moves onto…
“After that we’ll have strange bedfellows as we see mixed Tagteam action when Steve Awesome and Esmeralda Von Krauss team up to face the team of Billy Fowler of The Bastards and the debuting Apathy.” Again a moderate applause from the crowd sends Blake onward.
“Next up we have two impressive specimens squaring off when Freakke faces Rob Garcia!” Gaining momentum, excitement begins to grow, Blake makes sure to keep things rolling. “Up next is the North American Cruiserweight Champion Jay Stevens…” Pausing for cheers from the crowd.
“…in a non-title affair against talented newcomer, Lochlyn Cade!”
There’s a fair amount of excitement from the crowd as the fast paced cruiserweight division always delivers. It was a potential show stealer in the making.
“Then, we have a match to determine who faces the winner of tonight’s main event Tagteam Championship match! We have The Dark Stars, The Bastards and I-69 facing off with a shot at the Imperial Crown Tagteam Championships on the line!” Now the crowd is into things as we get closer to the top of the card, “We keep the stakes high after that with an Openweight Championship contender’s match when Ronnie Long, Andrew Morgan, Takaru Matsui and ‘Big’ Edward Zepp square off in a fatal four way match!” Excitement fills the air as Blake plays his role as hype man to a T.
“Then bringing that focus back to our Tagteam division we have one half of our double main event when The ReVenants face the team of Jesse Jamester and Lynx in what should be a grudge match for the ages! And let’s not forget Lord Dominicus himself will be the special guest referee!” Things are at a fever pitch as we approach the final match of the evening…
“And then…with the NPW Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships on the line. The champions, Prime Time defend their titles against the always ready and always tough HNDRXX and Joseph Mack!”
“NP-dub!” “Welcome back!” And “We want Wrestling!” Chants fill Scotiabank Centre, Blake raises a finger as if to say there was more.
“Yes, what a night of NPW action! But we’re not quite done…we also have a special surprise for you! Take a look at the big screen!” Blake is excited, the fans are cheering, Blake ends the suspense…
“Without further ado, we’d like to introduce The Calgary Stampede Showband!”
Pointing to the NPW tron, Blake leaves the ring to head to commentary table as it lights up brighter than the northern lights.
The multiple time world champion marching band is in a circular formation. Like yin and yang, bright green clad band members acting the sober yin to the darker deep blue raging and impulsive yang.
Red, green and white fireworks burst from the left hand side of the arena while red white and blue bursts from the right drawing a cheap pyro pop from the crowd.
Blake Samuels: “Well, I can’t say I’ve ever seen this at a wrestling event! The Calgary Stampede Showband is world renowned and in formation and awaiting their conductor!”
Trotting out with a strut that would make a pimp jealous, is their ‘conductor.’
A four foot tall man of obvious Mexican descent wearing a bear suit and a wireless headset microphone is front and center. The crowd starts to chuckle as the little person comes to a halt.
A captain’s cap atop his head, he’s carrying the conductor’s mace in one hand and is adjusting the ‘Prince Alberted’ rubber penis affixed to his costume with the other.
Blake Samuels: “And I can really say I’ve never seen that before! Wait, does that bear have a…”
Trailing off, Samuels…and some of the crowd are stunned at what is before their eyes, but like a trainwreck in progress, they just can’t look away.
The diminutive bear raises the mace and says triumphantly, “Yo yo yo…this is lil’ MC and you’re about to witness a motherfucking origin parade yo!”
Some of the smart mark fans start to cheer knowing what comes next.
Pumping his mace twice in the air, the bear starts marching and immediately the band starts playing a song familiar to fans of the Lucha Libre style as well as fast paced tag-team action and wacky antics!
Blake Samuels: “That’s ‘The Motherfucking Pterodactyl’ that could only mean one thing folks!”
Marching as they play ‘The Motherfucking Pterodactyl’ by Sarah Donner and The Oatmeal, the Calgary Stampede Showband weaves and changes patterns configuring into a six sided die, an arrow and finally, a colourful NPW logo as the parade begins!
Blake Samuels: “It’s a parade! And here’s our first float. Ah he’s cute! I mean, until you get to the finger…”
A teddy bear is sat atop a pile of gold belts wearing the red, white and blue of the Union Jack. Proudly emblazoned upon the luchador mask worn by the bear is the flag of the same name!
For all the cute that the adorable semi-snarling teddy has, there’s definitely an edge about the bear as it flips the bird to amused fans and upset Karens all the same as the band marches on.
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Blake Samuels: “Hey, up next we have a volcano!”
Sure enough, the next float features a massive volcano with flowing “lava” and circling pterodactyls around it’s mouth. A simple, yet classic design sees some raptors and a prominent tyrannosaurus at the base of the volcano.
Blake Samuels: “Wow! Look at that! What detail on this one. I can’t wait to see what’s next!”
Genuinely excited, Blake immediately has the air sucked from his lungs.
Blake Samuels: “And this one appears to be…”
And finally, the pièce de résistance…the final float of the mini parade makes it’s way through the streets of Halifax towards the arena.
Blake Samuels: “…a pterodactyl fornicating with a grizzly bear?!”
As impossible as it sounds, the final massive float rounds the corner of Duke Street onto Carmichael Street and the first thing noticeable is a huge grizzly bear.
Mechanical eyes bulge out and then back into its head as it’s forcibly ‘serviced’ from behind by a large bright green pterodactyl. Some parents shield their kids while the larger portion of the audience bursts into laughter.
Blake Samuels: “Never in all my time in wrestling have I seen anything like this folks! And I’m not sure that’s a good thing! At least this can’t get any worse!”
As though spurred on by Blake’s comment, things indeed get worse as the bear lowers into a full ‘downward dog’ while it’s rammed from behind and it’s mouth opens in an animatronic scream of ecstasy as the parade comes to a halt outside Scotiabank Centre!
Blake Samuels: “It somehow got worse! But wait, now there’s smoke billowing out of the bear’s mouth!”
The revving of a sup’d up seven litre, eight cylinder engine and a horn playing La Cucaracha precedes the hood of a metallic hot pink Cadillac Coupe Deville convertible low rider cutting through the smoke like a hot knife through butter.
Driven to the ring by a beautiful young Latina in a charcoal pinstripe suit, two masked wrestlers sit atop the back seats each waving a flag.
The first, and larger of the two is dressed in blue tights from the waist down, the straps of his doublet hidden beneath a black t-shirt bearing a the face of a masked teddy bear wearing a Union Jack luchador mask atop green pterodactyl green wings, the logo of Bear-O-Dactyl!
Completed with a teddy bear styled mask matching the one on the shirt, ‘el oso de la mala influencia’ or ‘The Bad Influence Bear’, Union Jack waves a flag that is half Union Jack and half the Canadian Maple Leaf.
The second and noticeably smaller of the two wears bright green scaled tights that darken as they approach his waist with a colour matched pterodactyl themed mask with yellow accents and a shirt to match his Tagteam partner. His flag is a Mexican/Canadian hybrid that he waves proudly!
Blake Samuels: “That’s Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio…that’s former SWAT Tagteam Champions, Bear-O-Dactyl! What are they doing in NPW!?”
Pulling up behind the marching band as they continue to play ‘Motherfucking Pterodactyl”, La Cucaracha rings out again before Lil’ MC orders the band forward and into the open bay door of the arena.
NPW cameras follow what’s left of the parade as the floats stay outside the arena. With the excitement of the crowd and the wrestlers themselves, you’d think this was a triumphant homecoming rather than a debut as smiles and cheers are spread all around.
The Calgary Stampede Showband leads the way as the fans cheer and pyro explodes around the arena and then confetti rains upon the crowd welcoming the newest edition to NPW’s recently revitalized Tagteam Division!
Blake Samuels: “The fans are eating it up as Bear-O-Dactyl make their way to the ring!”
Tossing out beads normally associated with Mardi Gras and bear and dinosaur shaped candy into the crowd, people laugh as the band led luchadors wave their flags and toss out goodies!
The band surrounds the ring marching and playing as the low rider comes to a stop at the end of the entrance ramp.
Union Jack hops down from the back of the car on the right side while Dinosaurio follows suit from the left only to slide across the hood of the car as though he were a Duke boy to join his partner, flags waving as the crowd laughs and cheers the fun loving lucha tandem.
Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio circle the ring once handing out the remaining beads and candy while posing for pictures and high five-ing fans!
Taking the microphone from Blake’s desk Pequeño Dinosaurio shakes Blake’s hand saying ‘gracias’ for the microphone.
“Good evening Halifax!” Grabbing the cheap pop by the horns, Pequeño Dinosaurio is all smiles as he looks around the five thousand strong. “We were in the neighbourhood amigos and thought we’d drop in.” The young Dino says laughing as the crowd cheers again.
“First thing’s first…” Immediately interrupted by his partner, Union Jack asks the real question everyone is asking.
“Hey wait…why was I on bottom in the float? I’m always on bottom in these things!” Drawing a laugh at his own expense, Jack smiles.
Shrugging, Dinosaurio gives the only answer he can. “No sé amigo, you’re the one who ordered the floats!”
Realizing the bear’s pecking order was completely his own doing, Jack laughs it off alongside the NPW faithful as Dinosaurio gets back to business.
“Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get to the real business! We’re here for one reason and one reason only, to get our hands on those NPW Imperial Crown Tagteam Championships!” Jumping in, Union Jack adds “No doobt aboot it!” In a stereotypical ‘Canadian’ accent, getting a laugh from the Atlantic Canadian crowd.
“But we’re also here because NPW can guarantee us something some other places couldn’t…that the owner won’t be out there booking himself and his stablemates ahead of the rest of the talent! The KGB’s corrupt influence can’t reach us here! Here in NPW you’re going to see Bear-O-Dactyl truly fly high!” After some collective ‘ohs’ and gasps from the crowd, cheers and ‘NP-dub!’ chants ring out verifying the young Dinosaurio’s words as he passes the microphone to ‘The bad influence bear’.
Blake Samuels: “Dinosaurio with some harsh words for the KGB! And now the moment fans have been waiting for and Gus Arnold has been dreading…Union Jack has a live microphone!”
“That’s right! We’re tired of being the best Tagteam on a roster that’s held down by a past his prime wanker, his bumming mates and their whore Esme’. We’re done with these sad sacks that need a whole group and a talk show every bloody event just to stay relevant! We’re here to show the XHF Network and the whole world that we’re one of the elite tag teams in the game today!” Cheer ms erupt and “Bear-O-Dactyl!” chants surround the unique pair. But the bear isn’t quite done!
Like a recently returned Punk, there’s one final gift for the crowd and Union Jack is beside himself with joy, ready to announce it. “Before we go and let you fine folks get to the show, we’ve got one final treat for you tonight, have a shot of vodka on us at intermission…” pausing, the bear corrects “…wait, not Vodka…I’m allergic, makes me break out in handcuffs…tequila! Have a shot of tequila on us…” Quickly adding for legal purposes. “…nineteen plus, ID will be asked for!” Cheers erupt as the ears on Union Jack’s mask move from the force of the happiness rushing forth from the legal age fans!
Blake Samuels: “Bear-O-Dactyl is in NPW and they just bought a round for the whole house! Intermission is going to be fun to say the least!”
Ending on a high note, Jack drops the microphone amid roaring cheer and the Calgary Stampede Showband once again plays “Motherfucking Pterodactyl” as Union Jack and Pequeño Dinosaurio climb the turnbuckles, waving their flags while Blake Samuels brings the show back to order from the commentary desk.
Blake Samuels: “What a way to announce you’re here to the NPW fans! Bear-O-Dactyl are here and we’re about to get started on a night of action like only Northern Pro Wrestling can deliver! Our first match is Xialong versus Chris Parsons and it’s up next right after we get this mess cleaned up and get a word in from our sponsors! Welcome to Northern Pro Wrestling!”
[Cut.]
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Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Xialong vs. Chris Parsons
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Two newcomers to the promotion were looking to upstage one and other in the opening contest. In the lead up, it's clear that these two are cut from completely different cloths and each made no bones about their disdain for each other.
So when the bell sounded, the two of them dove in head first into a deep collar and elbow, to which Xialong was able to execute an arm drag and right away put Parsons on notice that this wasn't going be an easy match for the man who has tremendous self belief. Xialong wasn't above mixing it up with anyone even if they were larger in stature.
The rough and rugged nature of Xialong was on display in this match, and it's an asset that he has relied upon many times throughout his career. The former XHF Phoenix Champion is an absolute beast, and is looking to showcase that side of himself within NPW.
Parsons seemed a little full of himself initially, which speaks to his supreme confidence in himself. But it didn't take long for his demeanour to change, and to take the matter at hand more seriously.
Xialong enjoyed the early lead in the match, but he would encounter the strength of Parsons after an exchange off of the ropes to which Parsons was able to defend, and then catch Xialong with a vicious sidewalk slam. Parsons really did his best to plant Xialong deep into the mat, as the ring shook,
The crowd OOOOO'D and AWWWWWW'D at the exhibition.
Parson followed it up with some ground and pound, before standing up to shine the group of fans on that were chirping him in the front row. Parsons eve it right back to them with little hesitation. Xialong was trying to clear the cobwebs, and bounce back as quickly as possible. Xia dove forward when Parsons was back in range, and looked to take him down with a double leg take down. Xia was stubborn and held the position and kept using his powerful lower body to push through the take down.
The crowd seemed surprised that Xia's martial arts background was as successful as it was early on, against a bugger opponent. Xia continued to work for top position on the mat, and Parsons showed great defence in his attempt to buck his off of him, while also scrambling when he felt there was an opening to do so.
Finally Xialong was able to get himself into side control and start working for Parsons' arm.
He got it!
Xia was working to hyper extend it! And did! Parsons was in pain, but was able to reach out and grab the bottom rope to break the hold once Xialong locked it up.
Parsons rolled out of the ring to gather himself, but Xialong wasn't going to let him breathe. So, the fight continued on the outside which sparked some intense physical shots from both men, as the fans stood and implored the shots to continue to their delight.
Parsons took a few crisp blows, but fought back and started to get the better of the exchange. He whipped Xialong into the guardrail and followed it up with a running clothesline that turned him inside out. The referee was counting slowly, being lenient with his timing on the count. Parsons felt like he was gaining an advantage and wanted to continue to use the exterior of the ring to his advantage.
Xialong had proven to be 100% game to take this battle wherever necessary, and Parsons was revealing to the fans that he was no slouch in that regard either.
Parsons rolled under the bottom rope to break the count, but then went back outside of the ring looking to continue his onslaught. He mistimed an attempt for a double axe handle from the apron on a prone Xialong, as a shot to the gut in mid air temporarily knocked the wind of out Parsons. Parsons doubled over in pain, and Xialong punted once again like a well trained grappler. On the ground, it would be Parsons who was able to scramble free, and grab Xialong by the legs, before driving him down with a spinebuster.
But wait, at the last second. Xialong sensing he was in danger uses a headlock to drive Parson's head into the ground with a DDT as he was hitting the ground with a vicious spine buster. Both men laid prone on the outside of the ring. At that point there referee was already at 7!
8..
9...
10!
The result of this bout is a Double Count out! (7:33)
Both men were finally starting to stir, and nether man seemed aware of what just transpired. The referee ran to the outside to ensure no further battling went on, and wanted to let each man know the official result of the match. The fans wanted more, but unfortunately the match was going to go down as a draw. The final shot of the melee showed both men reacting to the news, pointing at the other and trying to get last minute jabs in on their respective opponents. Should these two meet again down the road, expect fireworks.
[Cut.]
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[Backstage.]
[Lochlyn Cade.]
The backstage area of Northern Pro Wrestling finds many of the best that the promotion has to offer. It’s potentially the best group of talent of any locker room across the landscape of professional wrestling. We had previously found the opposite of this scenario standing at the catering table making a sandwich on August 3rd. It’s where Lochlyn Cade made his backstage arrival in NPW.
We now find Shane Severe down the hall, standing in front of a mirror, as he admires his few weeks progress in his newly acquired diet and exercise regime. He’s looking from his left and then his right before flexing his biceps, triceps, and then his abs. It there out of nowhere a hand comes in and smacks him hard across his abdomen. He expels the air from his lungs as he both flinches and shrieks in the unexpected blow.
“Hey kid, you’ve started showing some abs there; impressive.”
Lochlyn Cade again reveals himself to the jobber of the stars.
“Those washboard abs aren’t doing your lungs any services though. I think maybe you should start jogging more. Get that wind built up and you’ll really be ready to make a showing to these other guys inside of the ring. Here let me show you?”
Lochlyn Cade squares up and puts his hands behind his neck and flexes.
“Take your shot kid.”
Severe unsure if he should potentially instigate a reaction just stares as if he’s a deer in headlights.
“Come on Shane! Let’s see what you got and if you can cause the wind to expel from my Championship caliber sails.”
Shane looks to his left and then to his right, hoping that anyone would step in, he unfortunately finds nobody else in the area. He shrugs his shoulders and plants his feet as he begins to bring his hand backwards readying himself to strike the blow. He pauses and looks up towards Lochlyn’s eyes before bringing his attention again upon his target. He beings to place his weight onto his front foot as his shoulder stiffens as his hand is brought with all his force.
WHACK!
Shane Severe yelps in pain grabbing his hand just after it strikes the wall. It the last possible moment Lochlyn Cade moves dodging the potential blow. The Promethean lets out a slight chuckle as he places his hand on Shane Severe’s shoulder.
“Kid, you’ve got to keep your eye on your opponent. You’ve got to strike immediately and not dilly dally around like you’ve got all the time in the world. You’ve been sharpening your body the last few weeks but now you’ve got to sharpen your mind.
Alright, put some ice on that hand and next time strike quick, don’t hesitate, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna be ready in a few weeks.”
Lochlyn laughs as he begins to walk out of the room.
“Okay, I’ve got a Champ to beat kid. I’ll see ya around next time.”
The Promethean walks towards his Northern Pro opportunity of proving himself. He’s got a date with Jay Stevens and he plans on striking while the iron is hot and determined to show what he’s capable of accomplishing.
[Cut.]
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Mixed Tag Team Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Steve Awesome & 'EVK' vs. Apathy & Billy Fowler
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Can either of these two teams Co-exist?
Billy Fowler seems to have a beef with Gus Arnold and some of his recent decisions, and made that perfectly clear. You want to know what else is now clear? Billy Fowler cares, and he seems to be fired up, so perhaps there has always been a method to Gus' madness. Apathy also made it clear she doesn't like Mrs Von Krauss, and seems willing to use this match as a way to settle some old scores. Will these two allow themselves the opportunity to come together for the greater good?
On the other side of the ring. Steve Awesome is just hoping that this match is professional and there isn't any hanky panky going on. 'EVK' has made it her mission to have Steve Awesome's child and has gone to great lengths to accomplish her mission. Most recently, in the backstage area at Honor. Since then, EVK raided a brothel and destroyed their security. I'm sure Steve Awesome's heart is beating through his chest on account of that, plus he's looking across the ring at two formidable opponents while not being sure whether he can trust his own partner to watch his back.
Billy Fowler started the match and went right for Awesome and the bell sounded. Fowler was living his message, he was fired up and was sick and tired of being overlooked. Fowler has immense value, and with his self belief now at a high point, rest assured the results are going to follow. Steve Awesome felt his wrath early and often. Strikes, into an irish whip and a running clothesline. Fowler used both hands to grab Steve Awesome by the neck and launched him across the ring. Awesome looked up and instinctively tagged 'EVK', which meant that Fowler would have to tag Apathy.
EVK and Apathy fit the billing of a huge match, and here we were getting it in the form of a mixed tag match.
EVK strutted inside of the ring and went right after Apathy. There was some hair pulling, eye gauging, and overall shady behaviour taking place. Apathy could be seen squirming away so she could load up with right hands, which she was able to connect upon to back EVK up. A running bulldog followed, and the crowd popped getting their wish to see EVK down and out for a few moments. A running leg drop was next, and a lateral press.
1..
2!
Two count only.
As Apathy picked EVK up, she was met with a thumb to the eye! ACE CRUSHER!
1
2.
NO!
A couple of back to back near fall. Both women going for the glory here. EVK stomped away, but Apathy looked up, grabbed her foot and held onto it, using it to get her way back up to her feet. Holding, holding, then a trip! Figure four!
RAAAAAHHH!
The crowd loved it. EVK was in pain, she kept waving Awesome into the match to save her, but that would mean he would have to stomp on Apathy, which he wasn't prepared to do. Fowler also waved Awesome into the match, as he was looking to get his hands on him once again. The big man clearly wasn't playing around on this occasion.
The resourceful EVK eventually used her long arms to rake the eyes of Apathy, which gave her al little reprieve from the pressure. EVK then turned it over, and allowed the leg lock to apply pressure to Apathy's lower body, and after a few moments she untangled her legs.
EVK reached up and tagged Steve Awesome, who begrudgingly accepted. He would have to deal with the monster 330 pounder who wasn't in the best of moods.
Before Apathy could get to the corner, Steve used her as a shield and rushed up behind her and pushed her into Fowler to distract him, before using the middle rope to pop up and strike Fowler with a vicious knee strike!
WHACK!
Awesome snap cared Fowler over the rope from the apron, hit the ropes and dropkicked him in the back of the head. Awesome hit the top rope! Spinning sexton bomb!
1..
2..
NO!
Fowler powered out with a kickout.
Awesome's surprise attack had yielded reward, as he was able to keep the big man grounded and on the defence. Awesome made the mistake of trying to ground and pound the larger man, as it allowed Fowler to snap out of it and with Awesome in his grasp, took his neck, and used it to walk his way back to his feet. Steve shook his head 'NO', but to no avail.
CHOKESLAM!!!
WHAM!
Awesome was driven to the mat hard by the big man.
1..
2..
NO!!
Another two count. Back and forth the match continued. Fowler pushed Steve up into the corner and lit him up with chops!
WHOOO!
WHOOO!
Irish whip, pop up power bomb!!!
This is it!
1..
2...
NO!! EVK runs in and makes the save!
Here comes Apathy!
Apathy entered the ring and blistered EVK with forearm strikes. The ladies were scraping it out, but also also blocked Fowler from continuing to beat on Steve Awesome, which worked out well for the co holder of the XHF Tag Team Championships. He was able to use EVK as a shield, as Fowler approached. EVK put her hands up and offered the women from the brothel to Fowler, hoping it would pique his interest and she could buy more time.
The referee was starting to lose control of the match.
LOW BLOW from Awesome to Fowler. That sneaky bugger used EVK as a shield and then went right for the family jewels. No matter how big you are, that's going to slow anyone down. Awesome then used his last bit of energy to rush forward and with a running hook clothesline, took himself and Fowler down to the arena floor! The fans cheered at the high impact. Meanwhile Apathy was complaining to the referee about the low blow, to which EVK crept up behind her.
SCHOOL BOY!
1..
2..
3!
BOOOO!!!!
What? The referee counted? EVK just used the school boy on Apathy, and the referee counted and is calling for the bell!
Winners: Steve Awesome and Esmerelda Von Krauss! (8:49)
Steve Awesome rolled into the ring and let his emotions get the better of him. He hugged Esmerelda, and she squeezed him tight. Steve then backed off, realizing he didn't want to give 'EVK" the wrong impression.
Fowler was on the outside, totally livid that the referee blew the call. He was the legal man, not Apathy. Both Apathy and Fowler turned their attention to the referee who was too stubborn to admit his mistake. Fowler grabbed him by the neck.... WHAM! Chokeslam! Fowler might catch a fine for that, but the big man doesn't seem to care. The fans were on their feet, and cheering for more. Apathy made a lunge for EVK, but Awesome protected her like a damsel in distress, and the two exited the ring and high-tailed it up the ramp avoiding further conflict.
Fowler pointed to Awesome, letting him know he was 'lucky' to have escaped. Steve pointed to his head, suggesting he out smarted him.
FOW-LER!
FOW-LER!
FOW-LER
The fans had spoken. They were completely behind the big man, and with his new found passion and vigor, the NPW locker room should take notice! Nobody wants to deal with the 330 pound big man when he's in a foul mood.
[Cut.]
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[Backstage.]
Halifax was bracing for a possible tropical storm and it showed with the amount of arena staff personnel were stacking sandbags at the loading dock doors.
Turning, the cameraman catches the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester as he walks through a steel door leading into a hallway towards the talent and production areas.
Bustling across the floor to catch up. Swinging a door open, we see Shane Severe run down the hallway towards Jesse Jamester. The battle cry of a hungry talent looking for a chance at a $10,000 payday from Neo James Carner’s bounty.
Shane Severe leaves his feet looking for a lariat!
No good!
Leaning over, Jesse reaches for his toes, and Shane Severe yeets himself face first a few feet ahead!
Standing upright, the Canadian Nightmare sees Shane laying uncomfortably on his face as his rear is pointed up in the air and his chest on his knees.
Stepping to the side, Jesse walks past him without paying a second thought. Leaving the other end of the hallway, the room opens up to a busy quadrant of setups. From an interview area on the left, a group of television monitors and thick black boxes of equipment surrounding it. This was closed off with a black hanging tarp material.
To the near right was a board with matches on it for the night and a table with a group of coolers on it labeled with different beverages.
To the far left, was two doors that were shut with a sign above labeled “Locker Rooms”, where two security guards stood.
Grabbing a bottle of water, Jesse Jamester takes a swig and dumps the cold water near the back of his head. Wetting his hair as the remaining water rolls off his back. Noticing he finished the bottle, Jesse reaches for another. The door bursts open and Shane Severe slinks into the room.
With his face showing the floor tile pattern across his forehead, Shane slumps next to Jesse Jamester and reaches for a water.
Jesse Jamester: Parkour, that’s some crazy shit huh?
Holding his neck, Shane’s eyes travel slowly from the bottle of water in his hand to the mask of the Canadian Nightmare.
Shane Severe: Uhhhh-yeah. Crazy.
Nodding, Jesse Jamester heads off towards the Locker Rooms entrance. The guards nod as they step aside to let Jesse through.
Shane swigs his water and tries rolling his neck, but stops as he feels a kink, and ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ash’s’. Taking a deep breath he begins to walk towards the Locker Rooms entrance.
Walking up to the two guards, Shane Severe nods at one guard, then the other and keeps walking.
“Who are you?”
Stepping in front of Shane is the left guard. Looking like an Arnold Schwarzenegger stunt double. Shane Severe looked up at the towering mass of muscles, and gulps.
Shane Severe: I… I’m a talent. Uh, Shane. Shane Severe.
Looking down at a clipboard in his right hand, the security guard runs his finger down the list. Flipping the page, he proceeds to do it once more.
“No Shane Ceaser on the list.”
Shane Severe: No; it’s Severe, not Caesar.
Looking again, Shane Severe is getting frustrated and losing his patience.
Shane Severe: Here!
Showing the guard a professional business card from his wallet showing an NPW logo, Shane Severe taps his foot anxiously.
The guard nods and steps aside to allow passage.
Passing with a sigh, Shane goes to open the door and it comes flying off the hinges as Irwin Collins is projectiled like a lawn dart!
Shane Severe and Irwin meet face to face in the worst of ways! Collins practically tackles Shane and rolls past both guards. Standing at the door as it stalls to shut, we see Jesse Jamester shaking his head. The door swings shut as the blue cold stare handles other takers of the ReVenant’s bounty. Camera cuts back to the ringside area.
[Cut.]
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[Vignette.]
Soft elevator music plays in what appears to be some sort of deli, and there is a small line of customers standing in a cue before the case. Among them is Donzig, who is wearing his normal long leather coat with the hood up. He has on his mask, and Sinclair stands slightly behind him watching the line bemused as Donzig lifts his hand to glare at the ticket.
His head tilts and he glares at the small digital counter displaying the number '47', he hisses. And waits before the counter person calls out for 48. The line shuffles forward, an old lady leaning over the counter. Another deli person steps forward, and shrugs before flipping the number counter to 49. No one answers, and he soon yells for 'fifty'. Donzig stalks forward, slapping his ticket on the counter as he meets the clerks confused stare. The man looks at Donzig, then glances at Sinclair with a faint smile. Then he looks back to Donzig who is staring at him, then he shrugs with a shake of his head. 'Must be Americans. What can I do for you?'
'I'm--' Sinclair starts before Donzig cuts her off with a wave of his hand.
'I require twenty six ham sandwiches at once.' Donzig snapped angrily, waving a hand vaguely at the glass case. The deli man stared, and lifted a hand to rub at his temple before he shrugged.
'I mean that is alot, you should have called ahead maybe.'
Sinclair blinked, and shook her head at the man as Donzig stiffened. And that hand pointed, and he snarled angrily. 'You dare question the Chosen of the Void? Do you think I have time to waste on calling ahead, mortal?'
'Ah, I mean, you really should. This could be a wait.' the man said.
'I have nothing but time!' growled Donzig. 'Gus Arnold has left his top draw off the card! He has left me off the card! And so I need these 25 sandwiches to represent the 25 ham sandwiches on his fucking card! The 25 jobbers that he dares to place before me!'
'I mean, maybe.' said the deli clerk thinking it over.
Sinclair leaned forward, and sighed. 'I count 28 people on this card.'
A snort. 'I didn't count the Revenants or EVK of course.'
Sinclair nodded, clearly she should have seen that coming. Meanwhile the deli clerk stared at them, shaking his head before he muttered. 'What would you want on the sandwiches?'
'Plain!' roared Donzig, and he slapped a hand against the counter. 'Plain like the jobbers they represent! Except one, you can put hair in that one and it will be Primal!'
A blank stare. 'Sir, we don't put hair in sandwiches--'
'Bah! I will do it myself, make the damned sandwiches!' Donzig fumed, and the deli clerk thought for a moment. And then Sinclair rolled her eyes, and slapped a few bills onto the counter with a sigh. The man stared at the stack of large bills, and nodded quickly as he called for his co workers. Donzig watched them, arms folded over his chest as he tilted his head. Sinclair shrugged to the rest of the grumbling line as his head nodded to the elevator music.
[Black.]
--
Singles Contest
20 Minute Time Limit
Freakke vs. Rob Garcia
--
The only place on the planet that could bring a match to the viewers with these two competitors would be Northern Pro Wrestling. Both have made their names outside of Northern Pro, and signed contracts with the company over the past few months. There is a lot riding on this contest in the way of future opportunities, and it seemed as though the fans in attendance could feel it as much as the two competitors inside of the ring.
Rob Garcia has declared that he intends to shed a few pounds and take the Cruiserweight Division by storm, by bringing a level of extreme that it's not used to seeing. Garcia is a known daredevil and extremist, and if he's able to translate that outlook to the CW division, I think the rest of the division ought to take notice. Freakke on the other hand has already shown a penchant for violence with his match against Donzig at August on the Atlantic which turned into an absolute slugfest with both men bleeding at various points in the contest.
The fans seemed to have anointed Freakke as one of their favourites stemming form his decision to stand alone in the face of evil, knowing full well the numbers were against him. His insistence and desire to remain true to himself is a noble quality that appears to be few and far between in the wrestling industry these days.
As the match got underway, there was a slow feeling out process initially. But the ambiance wouldn't allow for the slow pace to continue, as the fans were chomping at the bit for some violence. Both men delivered. It started when Freakke ducked a strike from Garcia and executed a bicycle kick to the chest that sent Garcia out to the floor.
Freakke heard Garcia's rant and comparisons to a circus side show in his most recent media obligation and that type of back talk must not have sat well with Freakke. Before you could blink. Freakke had used the ropes to launch himself to the arena floor and took Garcia out with a cross body! Both men flew into the guardrail, but Garcia clearly got the worst of the exchange, which prompted the fans to stand and cheer for Freakke.
Garcia showed he was in the fight and wasn't going to crumble, as he was back to his feet quicker than most would be, and lobbed Freakke in the gut with a stiff shot, before irish whipping him into the steel post! Garcia rolled under the ropes to break the count to keep the fight going.
Garcia started looking under the ring for weapons! The fans were delighted, Violence and perhaps their enemy would get himself disqualified. We won't find out, as Freakke cut Garcia off, and dove off the apron with a running clothesline that wiped Garcia out once again. Freakke was back on the apron and waited for Garcia to stand... before he delivered a MOONSAULT!
RAAAAAAAHHH!!!
The fans were really into this, knowing both men were willing to put their bodies on the line to hurt the other to increase their win share in the company.
Freakke rolled Garcia into the ring, and went upstairs, looking to execute another high impact move. Flying leg drop was to follow, but Garcia moved out of the way at the last minute. Freakke was clearly in pain, as he held his lower back after he missed his attempt. Garcia hit the ropes and dropkicked Freakke in the face as he sat in pain.
The shot landed clean, and busted Freakke's face up. Blood poured from his nose. The drips touched his lips, and he could taste it. Suddenly, all bets were off! Garcia attempted to follow things up, but Freakke was hard to contain. Garcia lit him up with shots, but Freakke didn't take a step backwards. The two locked up and tussled around the ring, before Garcia finally hip tossed Freakke onto the apron and SHOVED Hi backwards in the steel barricade.
Garcia hit the ropes and flew through the top and middle ropes with a TOPE Suicida!
Both men crashed to the floor hard, but Freakke was still full of adrenaline, and seemed to brace himself against the barricade long enough to withstand the majority of the impact.
Garcia looked up, to find Freakke right in his face to continue the fight.
Lefts, right, lefts, right.
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
BOOO!
Freakke clotheslined Garcia over the guardrail into the front row!
Freakke hit the top rope and dove off into the first row and both men were out!
The fans were going insane, as both men typified the word extreme in this contest. Should Garcia get his weight down we could actually be witnessing the beginning of a new rivalry between two competitors who enjoy ramping things up and using all of the elements that exist to their benefit.
The referee was hesitant to keep counting, knowing full well that the fans wanted to see more and that both competitors were willing to keep fighting. But before he could hold back any longer, his count had reached 7l
8..
9...
NO, Please No.
...
Freakke rolled into the ring to break the count! The fans were on their feet. Garcia wasn't far behind, as he was pulling himself to his feet and climbing on the apron. Freakke cut him off, and went onto attempt a vertical suplex from the apron to the ring, but out of nowhere, Jeff Noon appeared from under the ring!
Freaken had Garcia up and at the height of the suplex, Jeff Noon hooked Freakke's leg and tripped him! Garcia fell on top of Freakke and Noon held his leg!
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3!
DING DING DING
Winner: Rob Garcia (9:12)
What a sneaky move by the Rev's as they steal a victory from Freakke here tonight. No sooner the referee called for the bell, Jeff Noon ran up the aisle and to the backstage area. But this left Garcia and Freakke in the ring, and their battle wasn't over.
The fans looked on as both men were on their feet, and they continued to scrap it outside of the ring and again toppled over the guardrail amongst the fans. Garcia pretended to retreat before sticking his fingers in Freakke's eyes! Garcia with some stiff chops!
WOOO!!
Freakke fights back!
Security rushed to the area of the crowd where both men continued to pour it on and did their best to break them up! The fans booed, wanting to see more. Its clear that both men made a lasting impression, and we could be witnessing the start of a rivalry.
Freakke turned to the crowd once they were separated and raised his hand! The crowd went crazy, agreeing that they were behind him. Garcia flipped him off and looked ready to keep fighting.
[Cut.]
--
[Hype.]
[You wanted more NPW action.]
[We delivered.]
[We listen to our fans.]
[NPW Honor.]
[Flash.]
[We watch Highlights of the Timeless Tryout.]
[Flash.]
[D and Donzig absolute tearing the house down at Honor # 4.]
[Flash.]
[Massive Tag Team Match.]
[D & Donzig vs. Freake and Steve Awesome.]
[Flash.]
[Honor # 6]
[HONOR: Fight For the Fallen.]
[September 16th, 2021.]
[The biggest HONOR event to date.]
[Two Championships will be on the line.]
[Plus so much more.]
[Flash.]
[Be There!]
[Cut.]
--
Non Title Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Jay Stevens (c) vs. Lochlyn Cade
--
Hot off a successful defense of his Cruiserweight Championship against Marcus Smith; Jay Stevens was tasked with a new challenger in the Northern Pro circuit. This time, it was a man by the name of Lochlyn Cade. In his debut match, Lochlyn took Johnny Sniper to the limit with his abrasive no nonsense style, using his own body as a torpedo to inflict damage when he could. Lochlyn Cade was still a mystery to NPW fans and talent alike. Tonight Jay Stevens would have to find a way to unravel the new superstar, if he hoped to keep the momentum rolling.
“Born for This” by Royal Deluxe screams throughout the arena as ‘The Promethean’ Lochlyn Cade comes out and stands at the enter of the entrance. Lochlyn Cade shows up in his normal crimson and black gear with the words Blood Harvester stitched down the left leg. His face, as normal, is covered by that of a horror themed mask; this one fashioned into that of Freddy Kruger and his right hand is adorned by the now infamous glove of razors extending from the fingers. His manager and girlfriend Vivian Rae Jade comes out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. She begins speaking as Lochlyn makes his way towards the ring.
Vivian Rae: Ladies and gentlemen, and kiddos of all ages! I’m proud to present to you The Promethean, the Blood Harvester, and the man who represents the NecroCore Auditorium! Coming from the Road of Ruin… LOCHLYN CADE!
Once Lochlyn Cade comes to the ringside area he removes the glove, the mask, and his hoodie which reveals the NecroCore Auditorium shirt beneath. He steps onto the steel steps and comes to a stop on the apron. He pulls off the NecroCore shirt and tosses it into the crowd. He then steps between the ropes and stops in the center of the ring waiting on the North American Cruiserweight Champion.
“Fireproof” by Pillar rips the roof off the building as fans burst into a cheer for the North American Cruiserweight Champion, Jay Stevens. Only two weeks removed from a fight he’ll not soon forget, Jay Stevens walks the ramp, the championship belt strapped firmly around his waist, as he stares down Cade in the ring. No stranger to the world of wrestling, Stevens was a generational wrestler. Born into a family of wrestling prestige and legacy that spanned decades. He was also one of the original Northern Pro Wrestling stars to ink a deal with Gus Arnold during its inception. To say he had the experience was an understatement, and it would be foolish for any challenger to take him lightly. Stepping between the ropes, Jay Stevens stands poised with confidence in the center of the ring. Removing the championship from his waist, he holds it up in the air, looking slightly to his left at Lochlyn as he does; before he hands it to the referee. Tonight, he was not defending his Cruiserweight Championship, but he was defending the right to be called the best. A win tonight was another brick in the wall that Jay Stevens had built on his climb to the top of the division. Taking to his corner, Stevens never takes his eyes off Cade. The referee checks both men, explains the rules, and with two nods of understanding, the bell sounds—
Cade interrupts by rolling out of the ring and demanding a microphone. Shaking his head, he seems to have something to say.
Lochlyn Cade: I must be mistaken… I was told Jay Stevens was a fighting champion.
Pausing, he climbs into the ring, slowly as the referee looks on at Stevens wondering what is going on.
Lochlyn Cade: I suppose champions here in Northern Pro Wrestling hide behind the promoter. Waiting to be told when and who gets a shot. Is that who you are Mister Stevens? Are you Gus Arnold’s little soldier boy? Why not put that title on the line and prove to these fans what kinda Champion— hell what kind of man you are?!
Stevens doesn’t hesitate, and nods to the referee be looking across the ring at the grinning Lochlyn Cade.
Jay Stevens: You’re on!
The referee motions to the time keeper and the ring announcer stands up.
Ring Announcer: This match is now for the North American Cruiserweight Championship!
Attachment Deleted
The bell sounds and Jay Stevens motions for Lochlyn to make the first move. Lochlyn staggers with a bit of a cocky sway, showing his agile movements and flexibility. Finally Cade and Stevens tie up, a struggle for control before Stevens slips behind Cade and waist lock controls him to the canvas. Spinning around to a front face lock, Stevens controls the Promethean as he begins to lift him back to his feet. Cade slips the front face lock and drop kicks Stevens knee, rolling backwards and to his feet.
Lochlyn Cade steps and swings one leg at Stevens, who ducks, but twists fully through and plants the other boot into his chest - flipping forward and rolling back to his feet as he sends Stevens across the ring. Lochlyn turns around to see Stevens quickly return to his feet. Cade rushes at him and Stevens arm drags Cade, bringing him to the canvas and wrenching on an armbar that allows Stevens to keep a hand on the neck of Cade.
Stevens lifts Cade off the canvas and hoists him up in the air in the armbar, showing a fear of strength that was unlike Stevens. Dropping him back to his feet, Cade’s arm is twisted, causing him to flip to his back, as Stevens drops a knee into the shoulder joint of Lochlyn.
Grabbing the arm as Steven’s keeps the knee on it, Jay torques it backwards waiting for Lochlyn Cade to scream in anguish. The Promethean grits his teeth as his face shows the discomfort.
Cade rolls trying to free himself, but Stevens keeps his knee on the back of his neck and wrenches the arm. The Cruiserweight champion was in firm control. Flexing that control, he let the knee off and pulled the arm back, flipping Cade to his back before dropping down with an armbar submission variation.
Scrambling with his free arm to reach for the ropes, Lochlyn was too far away. He slid his legs towards the bottom rope, finally getting his boot under the rope and kicked up to force the break. Cade rolled to the apron as the hold was let go, and Jay Stevens took his stance waiting in the ring. Lochlyn Cade walks around the outside of the ring, shaking off the soreness his shoulder has endured from the focus by Stevens.
Walking up the steel steps, Lochlyn Cade surveys the ring and his opponent. He knew the test ahead of him was paramount to his rise in NPW. Slipping through the ropes, Lochlyn wastes no time going at Stevens, but ducks and rolls under his grapple, springing up, and hitting the ropes on the other side of the ring. Rebounding back, Cade leaps in the air with a lariat, but Stevens is already prepared! Snatching Cade in mid flight, Stevens power slams the Promethean with authority! Grabbing a leg he goes for a cover.
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Kicking out, Lochlyn shoves Stevens off him and rolls out from under him. Learning to keep distance between the technician and himself, Cade grabs the ropes and goes to pull himself up. Met with a forearm to the chest as he turns around, Stevens unloads a series of strikes on Lochlyn before irish whipping him across the ring to the corner. Springing up the turnbuckles, Lochlyn walks the top rope and performs a somersault plancha on the running Jay Stevens! Dazzling fans with his acrobatics, Cade was fluid with his movement, as if the ring was an extension of himself.
Following the plancha, Cade rises once again and notices Stevens was taking longer to get up. Grabbing him by the neck, Cade snaps a suplex on Stevens and floats over for his own cover.
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KICK OUT! Not today Jay Stevens said with authority, as he shoves Lochlyn off him and rolls over. The Cruiserweight Champion rose to his feet, throwing a knee into the gut of Cade as he came in for a grapple. Stevens locks on a front facelock as Cade bends over, and butterflies the arms as he lifts Cade vertical by the arms, driving Cade’s shoulder into his knee! Stevens doesn’t let go and lifts him up once more, still using the hooked arms, and flips Cade as he completes a sitout powerbomb! Legs over the arms, Stevens goes for the pin.
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3-
Shoulder up! Cade is still in this one. Stevens shoves the legs off and grabs the knee of Cade’s left leg, going for a submission, he bends the foot back and rolls over the body as he lays on Cade! The momentum is too much though, and Cade squirms his way to the side, causing Stevens to hit the canvas instead. Cade immediately uses his fists to punch Stevens square in the eye, instantly breaking the hold on Cade’s leg and allowing him to get up. The referee warns Lochlyn he has to keep it clean, and Cade dismisses his warning. Placing himself a few feet from Stevens, Cade stalks his opponent. As Stevens gets to his feet, Cade delivers a drop kick to the knee, a Whirlwind, as he calls it. The move is effective as it grounds Stevens once more.
Lochlyn steps back and watches as Stevens works his way back to his feet again. Running at him, Lochlyn goes for a clothesline and Stevens ducks, throwing his shoulder into Cade’s gut and head between his legs, lifting Cade off the ground and flying through the air over the top rope! Cade tumbles to the outside ring area, thankful for the mats that covered the concrete.
Stevens shakes his knee, slapping it once and then takes a moment to survey where Lochlyn was. He didn’t need to go to the challenger, but momentum shifted for him, and keeping on it was best for victory. Stepping through the ropes, Jay Stevens drops off the apron and grabs Lochlyn by the legs, spreading them as he stomps him in the gut. Hooking both ankles between his armpits, Stevens looks back, and then falls backwards - catapulting Cade at the ring apron! Cade finds himself landing gracefully on the apron, but in a matter of seconds he uses the ropes and springboard moonsaults to the unsuspecting Stevens!
Catching Cade at the last moment, Stevens falls hard on the outside as Cade rolls off him a few feet away. The aerial assault had fans on their feet, looking on as the referee began the count out.
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Lochlyn Cade gets up. He sees the referee’s hand and hears the last count. Grabbing the stirring Jay Stevens by the neck he lifts.
4..
5..
Stevens is on his feet and Cade is fighting to get him towards the ring, as Stevens appears out of it a bit.
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Cade tosses Stevens under the bottom rope and slides in beside him. The Promethean wastes zero time in stomping at Steven’s back before he ascends the turnbuckle. The match momentum in his favor, Stevens rolls over so he is face up. Lochlyn reaches the top and looks down, taking a moment to turn around, and the time is not spent well as Jay Stevens bolts off the canvas and rushes the turnbuckle, grabbing his waist as he reaches the top ropes, SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX!
Crowd in attendance break out chanting “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”
Both men lay in the ring motionless. Stevens seeming spent at this point, and Cade now a slumped over body near the far corner. Stevens is the first to make his way to his feet. Cade somehow finds his knee and grabs a rope to steady himself. Stevens approaches Cade, lifting him up as he grabs his wrist. Lochlyn uses the ropes to keep Stevens from pulling him towards the center of the ring. Stevens hauls back and kicks Cade in the midsection, but he won’t let go. Twisting the wrist next, Stevens focuses on the shoulder as he lifts the arm up - but Cade is ready and pulls himself through the ropes to the outside, bringing Stevens with him! The two men have an ugly exit and find themselves rushing to their feet. Stevens grabs Lochlyn by the leg and is met with the other shin as Cade turns into an enziguri!
Peeling back the protective mat on the outside does Lochlyn. Reeling back he sends a soccer kick to the ribs of Stevens, causing him to roll onto the exposed cement floor. Cade takes to the apron as Jay Stevens lays there holding his ribs. One arm shoots up in the air and begins twirling in a circle as Cade runs the apron and dives onto Stevens with an elbow drop! The splat of body on body on cement is heard as Cade executes with precision!
Taking damage in the process of giving it, Lochlyn is slow to get up. He drags Stevens to the apron and rolls him under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the apron, Lochlyn eyes up his target, and springs over the top rope, sending all his body weight crashing on the top of Stevens chest! Hitting his signature LuchaVillian Elbow!
Lochlyn finds the energy to get up shortly after this and throws Stevens into the ring. Holding his side from the damage done to himself on impact, Cade climbs into the ring and goes for a cover on Stevens.
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3.
Rope break! With awareness on his side, Jay Stevens reaches out for the bottom rope and stops the count. Shaking his head, Lochlyn is upset with himself, knowing full well had he pulled him away from the ropes he may have just won. Lochlyn grabs Stevens by the neck, lifting him to his knees, and steps back two steps before running at Stevens! VALKYN SKORIA! No! Stevens ducks it, jumping to his feet as Cade turns around and wraps Lochlyn up for a BELLY-TO-BELLY! Stevens is met with a headbutt from Cade as he wraps his arms around him. Not just one, but a series of headbuttes, as Cade is not letting what happened to Marcus Smith on Honor. Cade’s fifth headbutt breaks the grip and he strikes Stevens with a punch right below the throat between the sternum! Stepping back, he dropkicks the right knee of Stevens. Rolling off his back and to his feet, VALKYN SKORIA! Cade sees Stevens crumble from the maneuver as his knee drives through the head of his opponent, and immediately Cade rolls Stevens away from the ropes and grabs both legs, he folds up Stevens on his shoulders. The referee goes for the count!
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Cade places his feet on the middle rope to gain leverage..
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Dropping his feet from the middle rope as the 3 is hit and Stevens gives a thrust to kick out! Cade rolls backwards and lunges under the bottom rope as the referee signals for the bell.
Announcer: Winner of this match and NEEEWWWW NORTH AMERICAN CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION --- LOCHLYN CADE! (17:29)
Outside the ring, Lochlyn looks on at Stevens who is on his knees in the ring. The referee has left the squared circle and presents Lochlyn Cade with the NA Cruiserweight title before he lifts his arm in the air. Lochlyn cracks a fox-like smile as he knows he just stole this match from Jay Stevens. Fans boo the young athlete as he makes his way around the ringside area and walks up the ramp, turning around at the top of the stage. Lochlyn Cade hoists the NA Cruiserweight Championship in the air, as Jay Stevens stands in the ring, shaking his head. The reign of Jay Stevens was ended tonight, but the legacy of what he accomplished and did while champion would never be forgotten. Fans clapped for Jay Stevens, standing up to give him an ovation. He was still their hero.
[Cut.]
--
[The Parking Lot.]
Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey were walking across the parking lot, and then she paused as she saw a pair of tables beneath two canopies not far from the gates of the arena. A brow lifted, and Donzig rubbed his hands together before he laughed that weird hissing laugh as he nodded. Godfrey sighed, and looked around at the gathering fans before turning to Donzig. 'What's this?'
'Since Gus has seen fit to leave me off the card? I will come out here with the fans! Welcome to Fan Access: Donzig!' Donzig roared, his hands lifting in triumph as Sinclair stared at him. Then she glanced at the fans, and bit her lip before she shrugged. This had disaster written all over it, Donzig was not good at relating to people. Donzig didn't really like people.
And at the top of that list of people were fans.
Donzig grabbed her arm, dragging her across the lot to pull out a chair for her. She dropped down on it, sighing before Donzig settled into the other one. He leaned back, rolling his shoulders before he gestured imperiously. 'Now I will teach Gus a lesson! He will see these fans love me, they want me on that fucking card!'
One of the fans bravely walked forward, and he looked at the pair before he spoke up. 'Wow. I didn't even think you two would be here tonight! You're not on the card, but that is okay I am here to see El Guapo.'
Donzig tilted his head, hissing before he spat. 'The Handsome One? I guess it is better gimmick than the Man Vowels Forgot, but let's just say I wasn't the only one to leave Takaru hanging this month, eh?'
The fan blinked, frowning before Donzig pointed back over his shoulder. The guy shrugged and walked away, muttering under his breath as Donzig sighed to Sinclair. 'This is going to really show Gus.'
Sinclair clearly had her doubts as she watched the fans slowly mill into line, and forced a smile. Donzig tapped his fingers against the table, staring as another fan came forward to speak with him. The girl looked annoyed, and sulked before she muttered. 'Donkke was my favorite tag team! And you broke them up!'
Donzig grabbed her photo, signing it before he slid it back with an air of anoyance. 'My favorite tag team was the Brain Busters, but Tully won't stop snorting coke. Life is a bitch, kid.'
She blinked, and stepped back as Donzig lifted a hand.
'Thank you, next! Gus is insane, these people love me!'
[Cut.]
--
Triple Threat Match
Winner to Receive an Imperial Crown Championship Match This Fall
30 Minute Time Limit
The Dark Stars [Niko & Kono] vs. The Bastards [Riot & Windsor] vs. I-69 [Sherlock & Joseph]
[Cut.]
--
Singles Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Xialong vs. Chris Parsons
--
Two newcomers to the promotion were looking to upstage one and other in the opening contest. In the lead up, it's clear that these two are cut from completely different cloths and each made no bones about their disdain for each other.
So when the bell sounded, the two of them dove in head first into a deep collar and elbow, to which Xialong was able to execute an arm drag and right away put Parsons on notice that this wasn't going be an easy match for the man who has tremendous self belief. Xialong wasn't above mixing it up with anyone even if they were larger in stature.
The rough and rugged nature of Xialong was on display in this match, and it's an asset that he has relied upon many times throughout his career. The former XHF Phoenix Champion is an absolute beast, and is looking to showcase that side of himself within NPW.
Parsons seemed a little full of himself initially, which speaks to his supreme confidence in himself. But it didn't take long for his demeanour to change, and to take the matter at hand more seriously.
Xialong enjoyed the early lead in the match, but he would encounter the strength of Parsons after an exchange off of the ropes to which Parsons was able to defend, and then catch Xialong with a vicious sidewalk slam. Parsons really did his best to plant Xialong deep into the mat, as the ring shook,
The crowd OOOOO'D and AWWWWWW'D at the exhibition.
Parson followed it up with some ground and pound, before standing up to shine the group of fans on that were chirping him in the front row. Parsons eve it right back to them with little hesitation. Xialong was trying to clear the cobwebs, and bounce back as quickly as possible. Xia dove forward when Parsons was back in range, and looked to take him down with a double leg take down. Xia was stubborn and held the position and kept using his powerful lower body to push through the take down.
The crowd seemed surprised that Xia's martial arts background was as successful as it was early on, against a bugger opponent. Xia continued to work for top position on the mat, and Parsons showed great defence in his attempt to buck his off of him, while also scrambling when he felt there was an opening to do so.
Finally Xialong was able to get himself into side control and start working for Parsons' arm.
He got it!
Xia was working to hyper extend it! And did! Parsons was in pain, but was able to reach out and grab the bottom rope to break the hold once Xialong locked it up.
Parsons rolled out of the ring to gather himself, but Xialong wasn't going to let him breathe. So, the fight continued on the outside which sparked some intense physical shots from both men, as the fans stood and implored the shots to continue to their delight.
Parsons took a few crisp blows, but fought back and started to get the better of the exchange. He whipped Xialong into the guardrail and followed it up with a running clothesline that turned him inside out. The referee was counting slowly, being lenient with his timing on the count. Parsons felt like he was gaining an advantage and wanted to continue to use the exterior of the ring to his advantage.
Xialong had proven to be 100% game to take this battle wherever necessary, and Parsons was revealing to the fans that he was no slouch in that regard either.
Parsons rolled under the bottom rope to break the count, but then went back outside of the ring looking to continue his onslaught. He mistimed an attempt for a double axe handle from the apron on a prone Xialong, as a shot to the gut in mid air temporarily knocked the wind of out Parsons. Parsons doubled over in pain, and Xialong punted once again like a well trained grappler. On the ground, it would be Parsons who was able to scramble free, and grab Xialong by the legs, before driving him down with a spinebuster.
But wait, at the last second. Xialong sensing he was in danger uses a headlock to drive Parson's head into the ground with a DDT as he was hitting the ground with a vicious spine buster. Both men laid prone on the outside of the ring. At that point there referee was already at 7!
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9...
10!
The result of this bout is a Double Count out! (7:33)
Both men were finally starting to stir, and nether man seemed aware of what just transpired. The referee ran to the outside to ensure no further battling went on, and wanted to let each man know the official result of the match. The fans wanted more, but unfortunately the match was going to go down as a draw. The final shot of the melee showed both men reacting to the news, pointing at the other and trying to get last minute jabs in on their respective opponents. Should these two meet again down the road, expect fireworks.
[Cut.]
--
[Backstage.]
[Lochlyn Cade.]
The backstage area of Northern Pro Wrestling finds many of the best that the promotion has to offer. It’s potentially the best group of talent of any locker room across the landscape of professional wrestling. We had previously found the opposite of this scenario standing at the catering table making a sandwich on August 3rd. It’s where Lochlyn Cade made his backstage arrival in NPW.
We now find Shane Severe down the hall, standing in front of a mirror, as he admires his few weeks progress in his newly acquired diet and exercise regime. He’s looking from his left and then his right before flexing his biceps, triceps, and then his abs. It there out of nowhere a hand comes in and smacks him hard across his abdomen. He expels the air from his lungs as he both flinches and shrieks in the unexpected blow.
“Hey kid, you’ve started showing some abs there; impressive.”
Lochlyn Cade again reveals himself to the jobber of the stars.
“Those washboard abs aren’t doing your lungs any services though. I think maybe you should start jogging more. Get that wind built up and you’ll really be ready to make a showing to these other guys inside of the ring. Here let me show you?”
Lochlyn Cade squares up and puts his hands behind his neck and flexes.
“Take your shot kid.”
Severe unsure if he should potentially instigate a reaction just stares as if he’s a deer in headlights.
“Come on Shane! Let’s see what you got and if you can cause the wind to expel from my Championship caliber sails.”
Shane looks to his left and then to his right, hoping that anyone would step in, he unfortunately finds nobody else in the area. He shrugs his shoulders and plants his feet as he begins to bring his hand backwards readying himself to strike the blow. He pauses and looks up towards Lochlyn’s eyes before bringing his attention again upon his target. He beings to place his weight onto his front foot as his shoulder stiffens as his hand is brought with all his force.
WHACK!
Shane Severe yelps in pain grabbing his hand just after it strikes the wall. It the last possible moment Lochlyn Cade moves dodging the potential blow. The Promethean lets out a slight chuckle as he places his hand on Shane Severe’s shoulder.
“Kid, you’ve got to keep your eye on your opponent. You’ve got to strike immediately and not dilly dally around like you’ve got all the time in the world. You’ve been sharpening your body the last few weeks but now you’ve got to sharpen your mind.
Alright, put some ice on that hand and next time strike quick, don’t hesitate, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna be ready in a few weeks.”
Lochlyn laughs as he begins to walk out of the room.
“Okay, I’ve got a Champ to beat kid. I’ll see ya around next time.”
The Promethean walks towards his Northern Pro opportunity of proving himself. He’s got a date with Jay Stevens and he plans on striking while the iron is hot and determined to show what he’s capable of accomplishing.
[Cut.]
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Mixed Tag Team Match
20 Minute Time Limit
Steve Awesome & 'EVK' vs. Apathy & Billy Fowler
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Can either of these two teams Co-exist?
Billy Fowler seems to have a beef with Gus Arnold and some of his recent decisions, and made that perfectly clear. You want to know what else is now clear? Billy Fowler cares, and he seems to be fired up, so perhaps there has always been a method to Gus' madness. Apathy also made it clear she doesn't like Mrs Von Krauss, and seems willing to use this match as a way to settle some old scores. Will these two allow themselves the opportunity to come together for the greater good?
On the other side of the ring. Steve Awesome is just hoping that this match is professional and there isn't any hanky panky going on. 'EVK' has made it her mission to have Steve Awesome's child and has gone to great lengths to accomplish her mission. Most recently, in the backstage area at Honor. Since then, EVK raided a brothel and destroyed their security. I'm sure Steve Awesome's heart is beating through his chest on account of that, plus he's looking across the ring at two formidable opponents while not being sure whether he can trust his own partner to watch his back.
Billy Fowler started the match and went right for Awesome and the bell sounded. Fowler was living his message, he was fired up and was sick and tired of being overlooked. Fowler has immense value, and with his self belief now at a high point, rest assured the results are going to follow. Steve Awesome felt his wrath early and often. Strikes, into an irish whip and a running clothesline. Fowler used both hands to grab Steve Awesome by the neck and launched him across the ring. Awesome looked up and instinctively tagged 'EVK', which meant that Fowler would have to tag Apathy.
EVK and Apathy fit the billing of a huge match, and here we were getting it in the form of a mixed tag match.
EVK strutted inside of the ring and went right after Apathy. There was some hair pulling, eye gauging, and overall shady behaviour taking place. Apathy could be seen squirming away so she could load up with right hands, which she was able to connect upon to back EVK up. A running bulldog followed, and the crowd popped getting their wish to see EVK down and out for a few moments. A running leg drop was next, and a lateral press.
1..
2!
Two count only.
As Apathy picked EVK up, she was met with a thumb to the eye! ACE CRUSHER!
1
2.
NO!
A couple of back to back near fall. Both women going for the glory here. EVK stomped away, but Apathy looked up, grabbed her foot and held onto it, using it to get her way back up to her feet. Holding, holding, then a trip! Figure four!
RAAAAAHHH!
The crowd loved it. EVK was in pain, she kept waving Awesome into the match to save her, but that would mean he would have to stomp on Apathy, which he wasn't prepared to do. Fowler also waved Awesome into the match, as he was looking to get his hands on him once again. The big man clearly wasn't playing around on this occasion.
The resourceful EVK eventually used her long arms to rake the eyes of Apathy, which gave her al little reprieve from the pressure. EVK then turned it over, and allowed the leg lock to apply pressure to Apathy's lower body, and after a few moments she untangled her legs.
EVK reached up and tagged Steve Awesome, who begrudgingly accepted. He would have to deal with the monster 330 pounder who wasn't in the best of moods.
Before Apathy could get to the corner, Steve used her as a shield and rushed up behind her and pushed her into Fowler to distract him, before using the middle rope to pop up and strike Fowler with a vicious knee strike!
WHACK!
Awesome snap cared Fowler over the rope from the apron, hit the ropes and dropkicked him in the back of the head. Awesome hit the top rope! Spinning sexton bomb!
1..
2..
NO!
Fowler powered out with a kickout.
Awesome's surprise attack had yielded reward, as he was able to keep the big man grounded and on the defence. Awesome made the mistake of trying to ground and pound the larger man, as it allowed Fowler to snap out of it and with Awesome in his grasp, took his neck, and used it to walk his way back to his feet. Steve shook his head 'NO', but to no avail.
CHOKESLAM!!!
WHAM!
Awesome was driven to the mat hard by the big man.
1..
2..
NO!!
Another two count. Back and forth the match continued. Fowler pushed Steve up into the corner and lit him up with chops!
WHOOO!
WHOOO!
Irish whip, pop up power bomb!!!
This is it!
1..
2...
NO!! EVK runs in and makes the save!
Here comes Apathy!
Apathy entered the ring and blistered EVK with forearm strikes. The ladies were scraping it out, but also also blocked Fowler from continuing to beat on Steve Awesome, which worked out well for the co holder of the XHF Tag Team Championships. He was able to use EVK as a shield, as Fowler approached. EVK put her hands up and offered the women from the brothel to Fowler, hoping it would pique his interest and she could buy more time.
The referee was starting to lose control of the match.
LOW BLOW from Awesome to Fowler. That sneaky bugger used EVK as a shield and then went right for the family jewels. No matter how big you are, that's going to slow anyone down. Awesome then used his last bit of energy to rush forward and with a running hook clothesline, took himself and Fowler down to the arena floor! The fans cheered at the high impact. Meanwhile Apathy was complaining to the referee about the low blow, to which EVK crept up behind her.
SCHOOL BOY!
1..
2..
3!
BOOOO!!!!
What? The referee counted? EVK just used the school boy on Apathy, and the referee counted and is calling for the bell!
Winners: Steve Awesome and Esmerelda Von Krauss! (8:49)
Steve Awesome rolled into the ring and let his emotions get the better of him. He hugged Esmerelda, and she squeezed him tight. Steve then backed off, realizing he didn't want to give 'EVK" the wrong impression.
Fowler was on the outside, totally livid that the referee blew the call. He was the legal man, not Apathy. Both Apathy and Fowler turned their attention to the referee who was too stubborn to admit his mistake. Fowler grabbed him by the neck.... WHAM! Chokeslam! Fowler might catch a fine for that, but the big man doesn't seem to care. The fans were on their feet, and cheering for more. Apathy made a lunge for EVK, but Awesome protected her like a damsel in distress, and the two exited the ring and high-tailed it up the ramp avoiding further conflict.
Fowler pointed to Awesome, letting him know he was 'lucky' to have escaped. Steve pointed to his head, suggesting he out smarted him.
FOW-LER!
FOW-LER!
FOW-LER
The fans had spoken. They were completely behind the big man, and with his new found passion and vigor, the NPW locker room should take notice! Nobody wants to deal with the 330 pound big man when he's in a foul mood.
[Cut.]
--
[Backstage.]
Halifax was bracing for a possible tropical storm and it showed with the amount of arena staff personnel were stacking sandbags at the loading dock doors.
Turning, the cameraman catches the Canadian Nightmare, Jesse Jamester as he walks through a steel door leading into a hallway towards the talent and production areas.
Bustling across the floor to catch up. Swinging a door open, we see Shane Severe run down the hallway towards Jesse Jamester. The battle cry of a hungry talent looking for a chance at a $10,000 payday from Neo James Carner’s bounty.
Shane Severe leaves his feet looking for a lariat!
No good!
Leaning over, Jesse reaches for his toes, and Shane Severe yeets himself face first a few feet ahead!
Standing upright, the Canadian Nightmare sees Shane laying uncomfortably on his face as his rear is pointed up in the air and his chest on his knees.
Stepping to the side, Jesse walks past him without paying a second thought. Leaving the other end of the hallway, the room opens up to a busy quadrant of setups. From an interview area on the left, a group of television monitors and thick black boxes of equipment surrounding it. This was closed off with a black hanging tarp material.
To the near right was a board with matches on it for the night and a table with a group of coolers on it labeled with different beverages.
To the far left, was two doors that were shut with a sign above labeled “Locker Rooms”, where two security guards stood.
Grabbing a bottle of water, Jesse Jamester takes a swig and dumps the cold water near the back of his head. Wetting his hair as the remaining water rolls off his back. Noticing he finished the bottle, Jesse reaches for another. The door bursts open and Shane Severe slinks into the room.
With his face showing the floor tile pattern across his forehead, Shane slumps next to Jesse Jamester and reaches for a water.
Jesse Jamester: Parkour, that’s some crazy shit huh?
Holding his neck, Shane’s eyes travel slowly from the bottle of water in his hand to the mask of the Canadian Nightmare.
Shane Severe: Uhhhh-yeah. Crazy.
Nodding, Jesse Jamester heads off towards the Locker Rooms entrance. The guards nod as they step aside to let Jesse through.
Shane swigs his water and tries rolling his neck, but stops as he feels a kink, and ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ash’s’. Taking a deep breath he begins to walk towards the Locker Rooms entrance.
Walking up to the two guards, Shane Severe nods at one guard, then the other and keeps walking.
“Who are you?”
Stepping in front of Shane is the left guard. Looking like an Arnold Schwarzenegger stunt double. Shane Severe looked up at the towering mass of muscles, and gulps.
Shane Severe: I… I’m a talent. Uh, Shane. Shane Severe.
Looking down at a clipboard in his right hand, the security guard runs his finger down the list. Flipping the page, he proceeds to do it once more.
“No Shane Ceaser on the list.”
Shane Severe: No; it’s Severe, not Caesar.
Looking again, Shane Severe is getting frustrated and losing his patience.
Shane Severe: Here!
Showing the guard a professional business card from his wallet showing an NPW logo, Shane Severe taps his foot anxiously.
The guard nods and steps aside to allow passage.
Passing with a sigh, Shane goes to open the door and it comes flying off the hinges as Irwin Collins is projectiled like a lawn dart!
Shane Severe and Irwin meet face to face in the worst of ways! Collins practically tackles Shane and rolls past both guards. Standing at the door as it stalls to shut, we see Jesse Jamester shaking his head. The door swings shut as the blue cold stare handles other takers of the ReVenant’s bounty. Camera cuts back to the ringside area.
[Cut.]
--
[Vignette.]
Soft elevator music plays in what appears to be some sort of deli, and there is a small line of customers standing in a cue before the case. Among them is Donzig, who is wearing his normal long leather coat with the hood up. He has on his mask, and Sinclair stands slightly behind him watching the line bemused as Donzig lifts his hand to glare at the ticket.
His head tilts and he glares at the small digital counter displaying the number '47', he hisses. And waits before the counter person calls out for 48. The line shuffles forward, an old lady leaning over the counter. Another deli person steps forward, and shrugs before flipping the number counter to 49. No one answers, and he soon yells for 'fifty'. Donzig stalks forward, slapping his ticket on the counter as he meets the clerks confused stare. The man looks at Donzig, then glances at Sinclair with a faint smile. Then he looks back to Donzig who is staring at him, then he shrugs with a shake of his head. 'Must be Americans. What can I do for you?'
'I'm--' Sinclair starts before Donzig cuts her off with a wave of his hand.
'I require twenty six ham sandwiches at once.' Donzig snapped angrily, waving a hand vaguely at the glass case. The deli man stared, and lifted a hand to rub at his temple before he shrugged.
'I mean that is alot, you should have called ahead maybe.'
Sinclair blinked, and shook her head at the man as Donzig stiffened. And that hand pointed, and he snarled angrily. 'You dare question the Chosen of the Void? Do you think I have time to waste on calling ahead, mortal?'
'Ah, I mean, you really should. This could be a wait.' the man said.
'I have nothing but time!' growled Donzig. 'Gus Arnold has left his top draw off the card! He has left me off the card! And so I need these 25 sandwiches to represent the 25 ham sandwiches on his fucking card! The 25 jobbers that he dares to place before me!'
'I mean, maybe.' said the deli clerk thinking it over.
Sinclair leaned forward, and sighed. 'I count 28 people on this card.'
A snort. 'I didn't count the Revenants or EVK of course.'
Sinclair nodded, clearly she should have seen that coming. Meanwhile the deli clerk stared at them, shaking his head before he muttered. 'What would you want on the sandwiches?'
'Plain!' roared Donzig, and he slapped a hand against the counter. 'Plain like the jobbers they represent! Except one, you can put hair in that one and it will be Primal!'
A blank stare. 'Sir, we don't put hair in sandwiches--'
'Bah! I will do it myself, make the damned sandwiches!' Donzig fumed, and the deli clerk thought for a moment. And then Sinclair rolled her eyes, and slapped a few bills onto the counter with a sigh. The man stared at the stack of large bills, and nodded quickly as he called for his co workers. Donzig watched them, arms folded over his chest as he tilted his head. Sinclair shrugged to the rest of the grumbling line as his head nodded to the elevator music.
[Black.]
--
Singles Contest
20 Minute Time Limit
Freakke vs. Rob Garcia
--
The only place on the planet that could bring a match to the viewers with these two competitors would be Northern Pro Wrestling. Both have made their names outside of Northern Pro, and signed contracts with the company over the past few months. There is a lot riding on this contest in the way of future opportunities, and it seemed as though the fans in attendance could feel it as much as the two competitors inside of the ring.
Rob Garcia has declared that he intends to shed a few pounds and take the Cruiserweight Division by storm, by bringing a level of extreme that it's not used to seeing. Garcia is a known daredevil and extremist, and if he's able to translate that outlook to the CW division, I think the rest of the division ought to take notice. Freakke on the other hand has already shown a penchant for violence with his match against Donzig at August on the Atlantic which turned into an absolute slugfest with both men bleeding at various points in the contest.
The fans seemed to have anointed Freakke as one of their favourites stemming form his decision to stand alone in the face of evil, knowing full well the numbers were against him. His insistence and desire to remain true to himself is a noble quality that appears to be few and far between in the wrestling industry these days.
As the match got underway, there was a slow feeling out process initially. But the ambiance wouldn't allow for the slow pace to continue, as the fans were chomping at the bit for some violence. Both men delivered. It started when Freakke ducked a strike from Garcia and executed a bicycle kick to the chest that sent Garcia out to the floor.
Freakke heard Garcia's rant and comparisons to a circus side show in his most recent media obligation and that type of back talk must not have sat well with Freakke. Before you could blink. Freakke had used the ropes to launch himself to the arena floor and took Garcia out with a cross body! Both men flew into the guardrail, but Garcia clearly got the worst of the exchange, which prompted the fans to stand and cheer for Freakke.
Garcia showed he was in the fight and wasn't going to crumble, as he was back to his feet quicker than most would be, and lobbed Freakke in the gut with a stiff shot, before irish whipping him into the steel post! Garcia rolled under the ropes to break the count to keep the fight going.
Garcia started looking under the ring for weapons! The fans were delighted, Violence and perhaps their enemy would get himself disqualified. We won't find out, as Freakke cut Garcia off, and dove off the apron with a running clothesline that wiped Garcia out once again. Freakke was back on the apron and waited for Garcia to stand... before he delivered a MOONSAULT!
RAAAAAAAHHH!!!
The fans were really into this, knowing both men were willing to put their bodies on the line to hurt the other to increase their win share in the company.
Freakke rolled Garcia into the ring, and went upstairs, looking to execute another high impact move. Flying leg drop was to follow, but Garcia moved out of the way at the last minute. Freakke was clearly in pain, as he held his lower back after he missed his attempt. Garcia hit the ropes and dropkicked Freakke in the face as he sat in pain.
The shot landed clean, and busted Freakke's face up. Blood poured from his nose. The drips touched his lips, and he could taste it. Suddenly, all bets were off! Garcia attempted to follow things up, but Freakke was hard to contain. Garcia lit him up with shots, but Freakke didn't take a step backwards. The two locked up and tussled around the ring, before Garcia finally hip tossed Freakke onto the apron and SHOVED Hi backwards in the steel barricade.
Garcia hit the ropes and flew through the top and middle ropes with a TOPE Suicida!
Both men crashed to the floor hard, but Freakke was still full of adrenaline, and seemed to brace himself against the barricade long enough to withstand the majority of the impact.
Garcia looked up, to find Freakke right in his face to continue the fight.
Lefts, right, lefts, right.
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
BOOO!
Freakke clotheslined Garcia over the guardrail into the front row!
Freakke hit the top rope and dove off into the first row and both men were out!
The fans were going insane, as both men typified the word extreme in this contest. Should Garcia get his weight down we could actually be witnessing the beginning of a new rivalry between two competitors who enjoy ramping things up and using all of the elements that exist to their benefit.
The referee was hesitant to keep counting, knowing full well that the fans wanted to see more and that both competitors were willing to keep fighting. But before he could hold back any longer, his count had reached 7l
8..
9...
NO, Please No.
...
Freakke rolled into the ring to break the count! The fans were on their feet. Garcia wasn't far behind, as he was pulling himself to his feet and climbing on the apron. Freakke cut him off, and went onto attempt a vertical suplex from the apron to the ring, but out of nowhere, Jeff Noon appeared from under the ring!
Freaken had Garcia up and at the height of the suplex, Jeff Noon hooked Freakke's leg and tripped him! Garcia fell on top of Freakke and Noon held his leg!
1..
2..
3!
DING DING DING
Winner: Rob Garcia (9:12)
What a sneaky move by the Rev's as they steal a victory from Freakke here tonight. No sooner the referee called for the bell, Jeff Noon ran up the aisle and to the backstage area. But this left Garcia and Freakke in the ring, and their battle wasn't over.
The fans looked on as both men were on their feet, and they continued to scrap it outside of the ring and again toppled over the guardrail amongst the fans. Garcia pretended to retreat before sticking his fingers in Freakke's eyes! Garcia with some stiff chops!
WOOO!!
Freakke fights back!
Security rushed to the area of the crowd where both men continued to pour it on and did their best to break them up! The fans booed, wanting to see more. Its clear that both men made a lasting impression, and we could be witnessing the start of a rivalry.
Freakke turned to the crowd once they were separated and raised his hand! The crowd went crazy, agreeing that they were behind him. Garcia flipped him off and looked ready to keep fighting.
[Cut.]
--
[Hype.]
[You wanted more NPW action.]
[We delivered.]
[We listen to our fans.]
[NPW Honor.]
[Flash.]
[We watch Highlights of the Timeless Tryout.]
[Flash.]
[D and Donzig absolute tearing the house down at Honor # 4.]
[Flash.]
[Massive Tag Team Match.]
[D & Donzig vs. Freake and Steve Awesome.]
[Flash.]
[Honor # 6]
[HONOR: Fight For the Fallen.]
[September 16th, 2021.]
[The biggest HONOR event to date.]
[Two Championships will be on the line.]
[Plus so much more.]
[Flash.]
[Be There!]
[Cut.]
--
Non Title Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Jay Stevens (c) vs. Lochlyn Cade
--
Hot off a successful defense of his Cruiserweight Championship against Marcus Smith; Jay Stevens was tasked with a new challenger in the Northern Pro circuit. This time, it was a man by the name of Lochlyn Cade. In his debut match, Lochlyn took Johnny Sniper to the limit with his abrasive no nonsense style, using his own body as a torpedo to inflict damage when he could. Lochlyn Cade was still a mystery to NPW fans and talent alike. Tonight Jay Stevens would have to find a way to unravel the new superstar, if he hoped to keep the momentum rolling.
“Born for This” by Royal Deluxe screams throughout the arena as ‘The Promethean’ Lochlyn Cade comes out and stands at the enter of the entrance. Lochlyn Cade shows up in his normal crimson and black gear with the words Blood Harvester stitched down the left leg. His face, as normal, is covered by that of a horror themed mask; this one fashioned into that of Freddy Kruger and his right hand is adorned by the now infamous glove of razors extending from the fingers. His manager and girlfriend Vivian Rae Jade comes out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. She begins speaking as Lochlyn makes his way towards the ring.
Vivian Rae: Ladies and gentlemen, and kiddos of all ages! I’m proud to present to you The Promethean, the Blood Harvester, and the man who represents the NecroCore Auditorium! Coming from the Road of Ruin… LOCHLYN CADE!
Once Lochlyn Cade comes to the ringside area he removes the glove, the mask, and his hoodie which reveals the NecroCore Auditorium shirt beneath. He steps onto the steel steps and comes to a stop on the apron. He pulls off the NecroCore shirt and tosses it into the crowd. He then steps between the ropes and stops in the center of the ring waiting on the North American Cruiserweight Champion.
“Fireproof” by Pillar rips the roof off the building as fans burst into a cheer for the North American Cruiserweight Champion, Jay Stevens. Only two weeks removed from a fight he’ll not soon forget, Jay Stevens walks the ramp, the championship belt strapped firmly around his waist, as he stares down Cade in the ring. No stranger to the world of wrestling, Stevens was a generational wrestler. Born into a family of wrestling prestige and legacy that spanned decades. He was also one of the original Northern Pro Wrestling stars to ink a deal with Gus Arnold during its inception. To say he had the experience was an understatement, and it would be foolish for any challenger to take him lightly. Stepping between the ropes, Jay Stevens stands poised with confidence in the center of the ring. Removing the championship from his waist, he holds it up in the air, looking slightly to his left at Lochlyn as he does; before he hands it to the referee. Tonight, he was not defending his Cruiserweight Championship, but he was defending the right to be called the best. A win tonight was another brick in the wall that Jay Stevens had built on his climb to the top of the division. Taking to his corner, Stevens never takes his eyes off Cade. The referee checks both men, explains the rules, and with two nods of understanding, the bell sounds—
Cade interrupts by rolling out of the ring and demanding a microphone. Shaking his head, he seems to have something to say.
Lochlyn Cade: I must be mistaken… I was told Jay Stevens was a fighting champion.
Pausing, he climbs into the ring, slowly as the referee looks on at Stevens wondering what is going on.
Lochlyn Cade: I suppose champions here in Northern Pro Wrestling hide behind the promoter. Waiting to be told when and who gets a shot. Is that who you are Mister Stevens? Are you Gus Arnold’s little soldier boy? Why not put that title on the line and prove to these fans what kinda Champion— hell what kind of man you are?!
Stevens doesn’t hesitate, and nods to the referee be looking across the ring at the grinning Lochlyn Cade.
Jay Stevens: You’re on!
The referee motions to the time keeper and the ring announcer stands up.
Ring Announcer: This match is now for the North American Cruiserweight Championship!
Attachment Deleted
The bell sounds and Jay Stevens motions for Lochlyn to make the first move. Lochlyn staggers with a bit of a cocky sway, showing his agile movements and flexibility. Finally Cade and Stevens tie up, a struggle for control before Stevens slips behind Cade and waist lock controls him to the canvas. Spinning around to a front face lock, Stevens controls the Promethean as he begins to lift him back to his feet. Cade slips the front face lock and drop kicks Stevens knee, rolling backwards and to his feet.
Lochlyn Cade steps and swings one leg at Stevens, who ducks, but twists fully through and plants the other boot into his chest - flipping forward and rolling back to his feet as he sends Stevens across the ring. Lochlyn turns around to see Stevens quickly return to his feet. Cade rushes at him and Stevens arm drags Cade, bringing him to the canvas and wrenching on an armbar that allows Stevens to keep a hand on the neck of Cade.
Stevens lifts Cade off the canvas and hoists him up in the air in the armbar, showing a fear of strength that was unlike Stevens. Dropping him back to his feet, Cade’s arm is twisted, causing him to flip to his back, as Stevens drops a knee into the shoulder joint of Lochlyn.
Grabbing the arm as Steven’s keeps the knee on it, Jay torques it backwards waiting for Lochlyn Cade to scream in anguish. The Promethean grits his teeth as his face shows the discomfort.
Cade rolls trying to free himself, but Stevens keeps his knee on the back of his neck and wrenches the arm. The Cruiserweight champion was in firm control. Flexing that control, he let the knee off and pulled the arm back, flipping Cade to his back before dropping down with an armbar submission variation.
Scrambling with his free arm to reach for the ropes, Lochlyn was too far away. He slid his legs towards the bottom rope, finally getting his boot under the rope and kicked up to force the break. Cade rolled to the apron as the hold was let go, and Jay Stevens took his stance waiting in the ring. Lochlyn Cade walks around the outside of the ring, shaking off the soreness his shoulder has endured from the focus by Stevens.
Walking up the steel steps, Lochlyn Cade surveys the ring and his opponent. He knew the test ahead of him was paramount to his rise in NPW. Slipping through the ropes, Lochlyn wastes no time going at Stevens, but ducks and rolls under his grapple, springing up, and hitting the ropes on the other side of the ring. Rebounding back, Cade leaps in the air with a lariat, but Stevens is already prepared! Snatching Cade in mid flight, Stevens power slams the Promethean with authority! Grabbing a leg he goes for a cover.
1..
2..
Kicking out, Lochlyn shoves Stevens off him and rolls out from under him. Learning to keep distance between the technician and himself, Cade grabs the ropes and goes to pull himself up. Met with a forearm to the chest as he turns around, Stevens unloads a series of strikes on Lochlyn before irish whipping him across the ring to the corner. Springing up the turnbuckles, Lochlyn walks the top rope and performs a somersault plancha on the running Jay Stevens! Dazzling fans with his acrobatics, Cade was fluid with his movement, as if the ring was an extension of himself.
Following the plancha, Cade rises once again and notices Stevens was taking longer to get up. Grabbing him by the neck, Cade snaps a suplex on Stevens and floats over for his own cover.
1..
KICK OUT! Not today Jay Stevens said with authority, as he shoves Lochlyn off him and rolls over. The Cruiserweight Champion rose to his feet, throwing a knee into the gut of Cade as he came in for a grapple. Stevens locks on a front facelock as Cade bends over, and butterflies the arms as he lifts Cade vertical by the arms, driving Cade’s shoulder into his knee! Stevens doesn’t let go and lifts him up once more, still using the hooked arms, and flips Cade as he completes a sitout powerbomb! Legs over the arms, Stevens goes for the pin.
1..
2..
3-
Shoulder up! Cade is still in this one. Stevens shoves the legs off and grabs the knee of Cade’s left leg, going for a submission, he bends the foot back and rolls over the body as he lays on Cade! The momentum is too much though, and Cade squirms his way to the side, causing Stevens to hit the canvas instead. Cade immediately uses his fists to punch Stevens square in the eye, instantly breaking the hold on Cade’s leg and allowing him to get up. The referee warns Lochlyn he has to keep it clean, and Cade dismisses his warning. Placing himself a few feet from Stevens, Cade stalks his opponent. As Stevens gets to his feet, Cade delivers a drop kick to the knee, a Whirlwind, as he calls it. The move is effective as it grounds Stevens once more.
Lochlyn steps back and watches as Stevens works his way back to his feet again. Running at him, Lochlyn goes for a clothesline and Stevens ducks, throwing his shoulder into Cade’s gut and head between his legs, lifting Cade off the ground and flying through the air over the top rope! Cade tumbles to the outside ring area, thankful for the mats that covered the concrete.
Stevens shakes his knee, slapping it once and then takes a moment to survey where Lochlyn was. He didn’t need to go to the challenger, but momentum shifted for him, and keeping on it was best for victory. Stepping through the ropes, Jay Stevens drops off the apron and grabs Lochlyn by the legs, spreading them as he stomps him in the gut. Hooking both ankles between his armpits, Stevens looks back, and then falls backwards - catapulting Cade at the ring apron! Cade finds himself landing gracefully on the apron, but in a matter of seconds he uses the ropes and springboard moonsaults to the unsuspecting Stevens!
Catching Cade at the last moment, Stevens falls hard on the outside as Cade rolls off him a few feet away. The aerial assault had fans on their feet, looking on as the referee began the count out.
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Lochlyn Cade gets up. He sees the referee’s hand and hears the last count. Grabbing the stirring Jay Stevens by the neck he lifts.
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Stevens is on his feet and Cade is fighting to get him towards the ring, as Stevens appears out of it a bit.
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Cade tosses Stevens under the bottom rope and slides in beside him. The Promethean wastes zero time in stomping at Steven’s back before he ascends the turnbuckle. The match momentum in his favor, Stevens rolls over so he is face up. Lochlyn reaches the top and looks down, taking a moment to turn around, and the time is not spent well as Jay Stevens bolts off the canvas and rushes the turnbuckle, grabbing his waist as he reaches the top ropes, SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX!
Crowd in attendance break out chanting “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”
Both men lay in the ring motionless. Stevens seeming spent at this point, and Cade now a slumped over body near the far corner. Stevens is the first to make his way to his feet. Cade somehow finds his knee and grabs a rope to steady himself. Stevens approaches Cade, lifting him up as he grabs his wrist. Lochlyn uses the ropes to keep Stevens from pulling him towards the center of the ring. Stevens hauls back and kicks Cade in the midsection, but he won’t let go. Twisting the wrist next, Stevens focuses on the shoulder as he lifts the arm up - but Cade is ready and pulls himself through the ropes to the outside, bringing Stevens with him! The two men have an ugly exit and find themselves rushing to their feet. Stevens grabs Lochlyn by the leg and is met with the other shin as Cade turns into an enziguri!
Peeling back the protective mat on the outside does Lochlyn. Reeling back he sends a soccer kick to the ribs of Stevens, causing him to roll onto the exposed cement floor. Cade takes to the apron as Jay Stevens lays there holding his ribs. One arm shoots up in the air and begins twirling in a circle as Cade runs the apron and dives onto Stevens with an elbow drop! The splat of body on body on cement is heard as Cade executes with precision!
Taking damage in the process of giving it, Lochlyn is slow to get up. He drags Stevens to the apron and rolls him under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the apron, Lochlyn eyes up his target, and springs over the top rope, sending all his body weight crashing on the top of Stevens chest! Hitting his signature LuchaVillian Elbow!
Lochlyn finds the energy to get up shortly after this and throws Stevens into the ring. Holding his side from the damage done to himself on impact, Cade climbs into the ring and goes for a cover on Stevens.
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Rope break! With awareness on his side, Jay Stevens reaches out for the bottom rope and stops the count. Shaking his head, Lochlyn is upset with himself, knowing full well had he pulled him away from the ropes he may have just won. Lochlyn grabs Stevens by the neck, lifting him to his knees, and steps back two steps before running at Stevens! VALKYN SKORIA! No! Stevens ducks it, jumping to his feet as Cade turns around and wraps Lochlyn up for a BELLY-TO-BELLY! Stevens is met with a headbutt from Cade as he wraps his arms around him. Not just one, but a series of headbuttes, as Cade is not letting what happened to Marcus Smith on Honor. Cade’s fifth headbutt breaks the grip and he strikes Stevens with a punch right below the throat between the sternum! Stepping back, he dropkicks the right knee of Stevens. Rolling off his back and to his feet, VALKYN SKORIA! Cade sees Stevens crumble from the maneuver as his knee drives through the head of his opponent, and immediately Cade rolls Stevens away from the ropes and grabs both legs, he folds up Stevens on his shoulders. The referee goes for the count!
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Cade places his feet on the middle rope to gain leverage..
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Dropping his feet from the middle rope as the 3 is hit and Stevens gives a thrust to kick out! Cade rolls backwards and lunges under the bottom rope as the referee signals for the bell.
Announcer: Winner of this match and NEEEWWWW NORTH AMERICAN CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION --- LOCHLYN CADE! (17:29)
Outside the ring, Lochlyn looks on at Stevens who is on his knees in the ring. The referee has left the squared circle and presents Lochlyn Cade with the NA Cruiserweight title before he lifts his arm in the air. Lochlyn cracks a fox-like smile as he knows he just stole this match from Jay Stevens. Fans boo the young athlete as he makes his way around the ringside area and walks up the ramp, turning around at the top of the stage. Lochlyn Cade hoists the NA Cruiserweight Championship in the air, as Jay Stevens stands in the ring, shaking his head. The reign of Jay Stevens was ended tonight, but the legacy of what he accomplished and did while champion would never be forgotten. Fans clapped for Jay Stevens, standing up to give him an ovation. He was still their hero.
[Cut.]
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[The Parking Lot.]
Donzig and Sinclair Godfrey were walking across the parking lot, and then she paused as she saw a pair of tables beneath two canopies not far from the gates of the arena. A brow lifted, and Donzig rubbed his hands together before he laughed that weird hissing laugh as he nodded. Godfrey sighed, and looked around at the gathering fans before turning to Donzig. 'What's this?'
'Since Gus has seen fit to leave me off the card? I will come out here with the fans! Welcome to Fan Access: Donzig!' Donzig roared, his hands lifting in triumph as Sinclair stared at him. Then she glanced at the fans, and bit her lip before she shrugged. This had disaster written all over it, Donzig was not good at relating to people. Donzig didn't really like people.
And at the top of that list of people were fans.
Donzig grabbed her arm, dragging her across the lot to pull out a chair for her. She dropped down on it, sighing before Donzig settled into the other one. He leaned back, rolling his shoulders before he gestured imperiously. 'Now I will teach Gus a lesson! He will see these fans love me, they want me on that fucking card!'
One of the fans bravely walked forward, and he looked at the pair before he spoke up. 'Wow. I didn't even think you two would be here tonight! You're not on the card, but that is okay I am here to see El Guapo.'
Donzig tilted his head, hissing before he spat. 'The Handsome One? I guess it is better gimmick than the Man Vowels Forgot, but let's just say I wasn't the only one to leave Takaru hanging this month, eh?'
The fan blinked, frowning before Donzig pointed back over his shoulder. The guy shrugged and walked away, muttering under his breath as Donzig sighed to Sinclair. 'This is going to really show Gus.'
Sinclair clearly had her doubts as she watched the fans slowly mill into line, and forced a smile. Donzig tapped his fingers against the table, staring as another fan came forward to speak with him. The girl looked annoyed, and sulked before she muttered. 'Donkke was my favorite tag team! And you broke them up!'
Donzig grabbed her photo, signing it before he slid it back with an air of anoyance. 'My favorite tag team was the Brain Busters, but Tully won't stop snorting coke. Life is a bitch, kid.'
She blinked, and stepped back as Donzig lifted a hand.
'Thank you, next! Gus is insane, these people love me!'
[Cut.]
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Triple Threat Match
Winner to Receive an Imperial Crown Championship Match This Fall
30 Minute Time Limit
The Dark Stars [Niko & Kono] vs. The Bastards [Riot & Windsor] vs. I-69 [Sherlock & Joseph]
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Three of the top teams in Northern Pro were set to lock horns in a triple threat tag team match where one member from each team would be legal making it so three men were always in the ring at once. The first team to secure the pinfall, would go onto challenge for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships. All eyes would be on this contest, as well as our upcoming main event where Primetime is set to defend their championships.
I-69 started out as one of the top tag team acts in Northern Pro Wrestling. Once their partnership with Oxford Osland disintegrated, they went overseas to season their skills. Since returning, they have found out the hard way that Northern Pro Wrestling has evolved and brought in some very strong tag teams from all over the globe.
The Bastards have been successful in both tag and trios action since they signed their contracts with the promotion. They go out of their way to watch one and other's backs, and the rest of the GSP seem to be fully behind them. Windsor and Riot seem to have chemistry from the onset, which speaks to their many years of working together.
The Dark Stars seemingly find themselves on the cusp of greatness each and every week. They're perennial contenders in every division in Northern Pro Wrestling. The Former Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions must feel even stronger now that they've brought their ally Xialong into the fold. Another championship run in tag, or their first run in singles is a definite possibility sometime this year.
When the match got underway, it seemed evident that The Dark Stars weren't too fond of working with anyone to gain an advantage. Wayne Sherlock approached Niko about working together to take down Frank Windsor, but Niko responded by smashing Sherlock with a nasty european uppercut, before DDTing him to the mat. Windsor looked on, content to let the other two settle things. But Niko was ready to fight the whole world it seemed. Perhaps his recent near victories over 'LD' among other things were still gnawing at him, which perpetuated his decision to stand alone and fight hard.
Niko and Windsor went toe to toe with neither man giving an inch. Niko attempted to use the ropes for momentum and came off looking to hammer Windsor with a clothesline, but he was caught and slammed to the mat with a sidewalk slam.
Windsor dropped multiple elbows before running forward and smashing Sherlock with a back elbow strike that sent him through the ropes and down to the floor. Windsor tagged Riot, and the duo excited tandem super kicks. Riot's was much prettier, as Windsor was still adjusting to the added weight he had gained during COVID.
Riot was ready to keep up the fight, but he got a little too close to Kono on the outside, and Kono grabbed him, which Riot turned around and socked him with a right hand. While he back was turned, Niko ran and dug his knee into the small of Riot's back. Riot ws laying with his head and neck draped over the second rope so Niko ran and used his leg to clotheslines Riot against the ropes. Riot fell backwards and as he did, Niko ran up to the top rope in a flash and dove off with a flying leg drop.
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NO Sherlock rolled into the ring to make the save.
Sherlock hit an exploder suplex on Niko, before mounting him with ground and pound. Sherlock tagged Joseph, and after a double clothesline, Joseph grabbed Niko and spun him around locking him up in a texas cloverleaf submission!
WHAM!
Riot from behind to break the hold. Joseph didn't see him coming so the impact was massive, sending him down to the mat face first. As he tried to regain composure, Riot hit him with a face buster! He didn't go for the cover before Niko was back on his feet. They had a stare down, before Niko tagged in Kono, and the two dark stars used the five count to swarm Riot. Riot did his best to fend off the attack, but wound up eating a few stiff strikes before the referee interjected and forced Niko out of the ring.
Kono scooped Riot up and slammed him. Hit the rope and hit a running elbow drop!
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Riot kicked out.
Allan Jospeh was back in the fray and he started to stomp away at Riot. Kono looked at him, wondering what he was doing. It was as if Kono wanted Riot all to himself and wasn't going to accept the help of anyone but his own tag team partner. He roared back for a super kick...
BUT
Ankle Lock! Joseph caught his foot, spun around and hit the mat and started twisting Kono's leg!
The referee was in position..
NO!
Riot stomps on Joseph to break the hold. Niko is leaning over the ropes, shouting instructions, so Windsor jumped into the ring and pulled him into the ring to level him with a few shots which the fans absolutely loved. The referee would step in between to force Windsor out, and while the refs back was turned, Kono and Niko excuted a double powerbomb on Rob Riot! Joseph tried intervene nd he was hit with stern super kicks!
Kono was legal, he dropped down and hooked the leg.
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Rob Riot kicked out! Last second, but he got the shoulder up.
The Dark Stars thought they had it won right there. The referee held up two fingers, and Kono looked as though he was ready to break them in half.
Kono picked Riot up and pushed him back into his corner, where he tagged Niko. The former champs took turns lacing Riot up with body shots, before a double snapper and double dropkicks to the back of his head!
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Two nearfalls, and Riot was looking to be on dream street. In matches like these, it's often 2 on 1, and sometimes 3 or 4 on 1. Right now, Riot has had the odds against him, but still fights through.
Windsor was stomping his feet on the outside looking to make the hot tag, and the fans were slapping their knees and clapping in unison to will Riot back into the match. Everyone's encouragement seemed to work as Riot found his second wind, and when Niko and Joseph were tied up. Riot lunged and chop blocked Niko from behind which helped Joseph send him ass over tea kettle with a vicious short clothesline. Riot was still on his knees, but dove forward and was able to grab a single leg, and hold onto it, and trip Joseph to the mat.
Strikes reign from above.
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NIKO comes rushing in for an elbow, but Riot moves and he connects with Joseph! The fans love it. Riot rolls out of harms way and makes the tag to Windsor!
RAAAAAAAHHHH!!
Windsor clotheslined both Niko and Joseph at the same time. He visited Kono with a thrust to the jaw. Then shoulder tackled Sherlock off of the apron to the arena floor. Windsor hit the ropes and looked like he was going to dive over the top rope, but then slowed down and decided he better not take that chance with some of the extra weight he's not used to sporting. Old Windsor might've made the dive, but this version was going to keep his two feet on the ground.
The fans loved there attempt, and knew exactly why he pulled up. A smattering of chuckles followed.
WHAM! Niko blasts Windsor from behind, but Windsor doesn't sell it. He turns around and hulks up. He grabs Niko by the neck and runs him into the turnbuckle, before whipping him the far corner.
AVALANCHE!!
Niko bounced off the corner and face planted.
Joseph was up, he rushed forward and got hit with a SPINEBUSTER! The cover..
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Joseph got the shoulder up.
Close one once again.
Kono used the ropes to launch himself from the apron and caught Windsor with a diving forearm strike that knocked the big man down. Thus brought Riot back into the ring to cut Kono off who wasn't the legal man! Sherlock got up from the arena floor, rolled into the ring and went after Niko! The Dark Stars were up against it, as The Bastards had Kono, and I-69 were working over Niko!
Clothesline/German Suplex hold combo from I-69! Joseph held for the cover
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Windsor launches Kono onto the pinfall with a POP UP POWERBOMB!
WHAM!!!
Riot rushed forward and smashed Sherlock with a nasty lariat that sent him to the mat hard. Sherlock sheepishly rolled under the bottom rope, looking to regain composure. Windsor picked Kono up and press slam dropped him over the top rope onto Sherlock who had just gotten his two feet steady on the floor.
Meanwhile, Niko and Jospeh each realized the Bastards were taking control of the contest. Niko ran at Riot, who ducked and back dropped him out of the ring! Windsor hit Joseph with a nasty DDT! Riot exited and grabbed the tag rope.
TAG!
LOCKING CLAMP!!!
Joseph has nowhere to go. Will he?
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TAP! TAP! TAP!
The Bastards have done it, they defeated I-69 to set themselves up for a future Imperial Crown Championship Match.
The fans were loving it, as The Dark Stars were now just realizing what had happened. Neither of them looked pleased, so they took out their frustrations on Sherlock on the outside. Double DDT! They snarled and pointed to the Bastards in the ring, warning them that this wasn't over!
Windsor and Riot had their hands raised in victory.
Winners: The Bastards via Locking Clamp (12:33)
[Cut.]
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[The Parking Lot.]
Sinclair Godfrey signed the photos before her, smiling as she chatted with the fans. And then she paused, blinking as Donzig was staring at her with the face of that mask. She grunted, and turned slightly. A brow lifted, and she shrugged. 'Yes?'
'Your line, it is longer then mine.'
Sinclair chuckled, and she arched a brow. 'Well, I mean I am nearly undefeated. I was only pinned by Rios because of Commandrix! And I am a wo--'
Donzig waved his hand, shaking his head before he leaned back in his chair. His arms folded before him, and he tilted his head with a hiss. 'Don't start that again.'
'Maybe it's because I am cool, you know like the cool heel.' Sinclair offered, signing another photograph.
Donzig hissed, stiffening in his chair before he slapped his hand down on the table. She drew back, and the fans stared at the pair. 'A cool heel? I didn't train you to be a cool heel like some Young Buck! Do you think this is the NWO?'
Sinclair rolled her eyes, and turned away from him as Donzig glared at her. He fumed, shaking his head before he turned to the next fan in line. It was a young kid, who handed over a photo with a smile. 'You're my favorite XHF superstar!'
'Hnh. That's great kid.' Donzig muttered as he glared at Sinclair who just shrugged.
'Can you sign it to Mikey, from Lord Dominicus!' beamed the kid. Donzig quit glaring at Sinclair, head snapping around to stare at the kid.
'What?'
The kid blinked, staring before he sighed. 'Oh, you're the other guy. That is okay, I guess.'
'The other guy?' Donzig hissed, and his pen went to work with a few quick motions. He slammed the picture down before the kid, shaking his head as Sinclair tried not to laugh. The signature read:
To: Mikey
From: The Other Guy
Glad your parents are saving money on college.
The picture was of Lord Dominicus. The kid snatched up the picture, staring at it before he ran off blinking away tears. A few fans in line saw it, and they booed at Donzig. He snorted, waving a hand dismissively as he leaned back in the chair. 'Bah, I have seen what makes you people cheer! Go to SWAT.com, they are having a sale on Bear-o-dactyl shirts! 20% off!'
The fans jeered again, a few leaving the line. Others pulled out their phones, and Donzig snorted as he folded his arms over his chest. Sinclair stared at him, biting her lip before she leaned over. 'You said you weren't going to help those two sell merch again.'
Donzig stiffened in his chair, and his hand slammed down on the table as he thundered. 'NEXT!'
[Cut.]
--
Fatal Fourway Texas Tornado Style
To Challenge for the Openweight Championship @ Honor #6
30 Minute Time Limit
Ronnie Long vs. Andrew Morgan vs. Takaru Matsui vs. Edward Zepp
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Our next contest for the evening would determine the fourth competitor to fight for the OpenWeight Championship at Honor: Fight for the Fallen. In a match not yet seen in NPW, four men had the opportunity to secure their spot in a main event, and write their ticket to glory.
“Grave Digger” by Blues Saraceno plays over the sound system. Our first was Ronnie Long, a veteran of the ring, a general of the squared circle, with twenty plus years of history and experience. Ronnie Long was no slouch, and his impressive build along with his stature and size created many offensive advantages that he was able to utilize. With a recent win over Greg Adkins at the August on the Atlantic III super card, Long was proving he was as much a singles star as he was a team player. Tonight he would be tested in this Texas Tornado Fatal Fourway, not only against two men larger than him, but an ally he has been teaming with in recent months, Takaru Matsui. Entering the ring, Long stretches using the ropes, and his music fades.
Speaking of the devil, or more accurately the strike messiah of NPW; Takaru Matsui makes his entrance. Not one to showboat or flaunt, his demeanor one of business and focus as he makes his way to the ring. Ronnie and Takaru had taken on their opponents tonight not long ago in a Trios style matchup, with partner HNDRXX. While that night they were favored for victory, tonight, they had to put their friendship on hold and duke it out for the opportunity at gold. Takaru enters the ring and nods to Long, but takes to his corner without any other acknowledgement of his former partner. Was it an icy focus or the way of this traveling artist, to be able to separate his feelings and his professional position? We would find out soon enough.
The menacing synth and deliberate drums of "Blood Moon" by Dance With The Dead signals the arrival of Edward Zepp. He stalks toward the ring with a look of annoyance that's obvious even through his pair of dark sunglasses. He bounds up to the apron with one step and over the top rope with another, then briefly points a fist to the crowd around him. The Galactic Space Pirate had an impressive resume, not only before arriving in NPW but also in his short time with the company. Tonight, he would face not only a brother of the GSP but two men who together had nearly half a century of experience in the wrestling world. It would be an uphill battle, but if anyone was able to climb a mountain, Zepp looked the part to do so.
Final entrant to the Fatal Four Way makes his way out as his music plays. The other GSP member involved in the match tonight, and a tree of a man, the Phoenix, Andrew Morgan made his way to the ring. Formidable and successful in his recent outing with Primal at August on the Atlantic III, Morgan had turned heads with how he man-handled one half of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions. While size was not everything in the sport of wrestling, it did not hurt an athlete who had other tools at their disposal. Morgan was a quick buzz story that had fans launch from their seats, chanting ‘G-S-P!’ as he stepped over the top rope and into the ring. The referee looked at all four competitors, knowing full well he had his hands full tonight. Morgan and Zepp fist bump in solidarity, a sign that while they may be facing one another, the respect and possibly team work of the group was going to be an aspect of this match to watch for.
The bell sounds and for a moment, all four men glance around the ring, waiting for the others to make a move. It’s Takaru who does so by walking up to Zepp, putting a finger in his chest, and showing he doesn’t fear the size of his opponent. Zepp smiles as he looks over to Morgan, unloaded by Takaru’s display of pride, and pulls his arm back; Elbow to the jaw! Takaru leaps up and slams his elbow into Zepps jawline, followed by swift kicks to the legs, both shins and thighs, before ducking a haymaker from Zepp! Takaru leaps off the second rope and springboards bulldogs Zepp to the canvas!
Ronnie Long takes the distraction from Takaru as a chance to go for Morgan, and it pays off. Hauling ass into the corner, Ronnie runs full steam and avalanches Morgan into the turnbuckle. Following up with a slew of heavy right punches, before Morgan knees him in the midsection and slows Ronnie down. Morgan reverses his position with Ronnie, and begins to back thrust his weight into the veteran. Not once, not twice, but three times he slams his hips backwards, squeezing Long between himself and the turnbuckle. On a fourth effort to do the same, Ronnie pulls himself up using the top ropes and brings his knees up, forcing them into the spine of Morgan’s back! Morgan walks out of the corner, holding his back with one hand, and Long chop blocks the Phoenix to bring him down to the canvas. Locking on a triangle choke hold, Ronnie Long begins to wear down Andrew Morgan and control the pace of the match.
Zepp is up and Takaru is still kicking away, as though trying to find the sweet spot. Zepp is done with the assault and shoves Takaru into the ropes, before standing up and planting a giant big boot into his chest! The boot sends Takaru to the canvas with authority. Edward Zepp sees Long on his GSP team member, and realizes this isn’t good if Ronnie gets a submission - as it is one fall for the match to be decided. Zepp kicks with a heavy boot across side of Long’s head, breaking up the hold. Turning his attention back to Takaru, Zepp goes to grab the rising competitor, but his lack of focus costs him, and Takaru slips between his legs and precisely attacks the back of Zepp’s left knee! Buckling one leg, Takaru spins around and aims for the other with success! Zepp falls to his knees, an agony on his face as he lands, and Takaru comes flying past him, hitting the ropes, floating into the air to hit a shining wizard on Zepp!
Morgan gets up, seeing Long holding his head, and grabs him by the neck, forcing him back into the corner. A few elbow attacks to the chest and neck area, and Morgan irish whips Ronnie across the ring to the opposite corner. Morgan follows right behind him, and as Ronnie turns into the corner he is met with the full weight of Morgan hitting him like a freight train! Long contorts in the corner, before falling to his rear on the canvas. Morgan places a boot on his chest, and waves a hand to the crowd as if asking them if he should stomp him? Double knee attack to the back of Morgan! Takaru had seen Morgan run past him and with Zepp on the canvas recovering from the shining wizard, he took to helping his former partner. While they may not have planned on working together tonight, the odds were in their favor if they did.
Takaru’s knees send Morgan hunched over the top rope. Long rolls under the bottom rope and begins to ascend the turnbuckle from the apron. Takaru grabs the legs of Morgan and uses his weight on the ropes to hoist Morgan’s tree trunk legs up using his shoulders. Ronnie Long leaps off the top rope, double axe handle smashing the back and midsection of Morgan as Takaru walks out and drops his legs on impact! The teamwork showed to be effective, and as Takaru let go he received a strong right hand for his efforts from the infuriated Zepp. Coming back from the earlier series of attacks, Zepp wraps his hands around Takaru’s neck, lifting him off the canvas and high into the air! Long comes in and clips Zepp in the stomach with a clothesline, forcing him to drop Takaru. Zepp is kicked not only by Long but also Takaru, as the two shift their focus to the other Galactic Space Pirate.
Long motions to Takaru, and the two hook the bead and arms of the giant Edward Zepp. With all their strength they lift, looking for a double suplex, but Zepp won’t go up! Another try, and Zepp reverses, flipping both men into their backs with his own double suplex! An incredible feat of strength that the fans eat up, cheering him on. Zepp gets back to his feet, and as he does Morgan walks backwards into him, both bumping one another back to back. Spinning around as though ready to punch, they catch each other, shooting a half-hearted smile as if saying “that was close.” Morgan nods at Zepp and mutters something, to which Zepp seems in agreement with. The two big men grab Takaru and Long individually, and signal for double power bombs!
SLAAAM!
SLAAAM!
As the synchronization of the bodies hitting the floor, uhm-canvas, Edward Zepp and Andrew Morgan survey the damage. The Galactic Sex Pirates knew their business was to be put aside and with respective nods the giants hit the ropes on opposite sides of the ring - like towering Power Ranger Megazords, they clashed in the center! The ring rumbled as did the arena floor as fans began stomping, only to stop as Morgan stared at Zepp and they both laughed. The laughter faded quickly as Zepp fires a heavy right smashing Morgan in the jaw. Morgan cocks his head and mouths “So that’s how it is?” Laying in with his own right cross to the cheek of Zepp.
Edward Zepp and Andrew Morgan lay into one another back and forth, a hulking hoss fight taking shape before the Canadian audience. Morgan gets one more off on Zepp, before head butting the big man and watching him lean on the ropes and come back. BIG BOOT by Zepp! Morgan staggers! Long rocks Morgan from the side with all his momentum behind a clothesline that sends Morgan over the top along with Long. Takaru comes off the second rope and double axe handle to the back of Edward Zepp!
Zepp gets a step in, sweeps Takaru by the waist and drops him with a sidewalk slam! Going for the cover.
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Shoulder up by Takaru at the last moment! Zepp wastes no time, lifting Takaru off the canvas by his head and jolting him into the air with a military press! Instead of dropping him on his back, Zepp throws Takaru chest first on the top rope, springboarding the smaller man back into the ring and rolling towards Zepp’s feet. Takaru takes a stomp before Zepp shifts and lifts him up again. MUTE BUTTON! Zepp crashes Takaru to the canvas like broken China using his trademark move! Hooking the leg, he puts his weight on the chest of Takaru for insurance.
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The bell sounds and Morgan and Long throw one more punch on the outside at one another, before realizing the match has ended. Standing to his feet, the referee raises Edward Zepp’s hand.
Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, EDWARD ZEPP! (15:46)
Earning his shot at the OpenWeight championship come September 16th at Honor: Fight for the Fallen. Zepp marinated in the victory for it was a huge one that could slingshot him into the spotlight in a short time of being in NPW.
[Cut.]
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[The Parking Lot.]
The lines are starting to shut down, as the event is getting closer to it's end. Gus Arnold overheard talk that Donzig and Sinclair were outside taunting fans. Gus keeps a fair distance, but eventually approaches his malcontent.
Gus: "How's NPW fanfest going?"
[Donzig is startled but doesn't flinch.]
Donzig: "You're welcome Gus. I'm bringing more eyes to your product and educating your fans on the art of selling."
Gus: "I admire your outlook. But I know that this little escapade was designed to take subtle shots at me."
[Donzig smirks.]
Donzig: "I'm the biggest star you have, and you left me off this show. Why?"
Gus: "I thought you might appreciate some rest time. If you're not here, you're over there, or there... or there."
Donzig: "I'm ambitious what can I say?"
Gus: "Well you're also set to headline our big event in September. My advice to you, is take time for yourself and focus on the task at hand. I don't want to hear any excuses after the fact if you come up short. It'll be due to your own penchant for keeping a busy schedule."
Donzig: "I'll take it into consideration."
[Gus looks at Sinclair who's completely lost in Donzig's eyes.]
Gus: "As for you..."
[Sinclair finally breaks her eye contact to look at Gus.]
Gus: "You might want to stay ready as well, because your name is about to be called."
Donzig: "Well, it sounds like you've finally come to your senses. More Donzig and More Sinclair."
Gus: "Maybe I have. Just don't make me regret it."
[With that, Gus turns his back and walks back into the arena leaving Donzig with much to consider.]
[Cut.]
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Double Main Event
Tag Team Grudge Match
30 Minute Time Limit
The ReVenants [Williams & Carner] vs. Lynx & Jesse Jamester
Special Guest Referee: Lord Dominicus
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A blood feud that started nearly two months ago was now shaping up to be a war that even Gus Arnold could not control. On one side, the ReVenants headed by Keith Williams had set out to make a statement and did just that with Eron Hunter. This lead to Hunter being put out of action for August on the Atlantic III. Gus Arnold paired Keith Williams and Jesse Jamester up to do battle. Like two titans waiting for the arena gates to open, it took no time at all to see what the rest of the Northern Pro locker room knew already; this one would not end with a handshake. After the match, Keith and the ReV members Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner brutally assaulted the Canadian Nightmare. Aiming to put him out of action with Lynx, they went as far as to begin the process of hanging him by a chain; before the arrival of JJ’s ally Clyde interrupted their plans. In recent weeks we saw The ReVenants try to do the same to Billy Fowler, before JJ stepped in and saved The Bastard’s member from being another notch on the ReVenant’s belt.
Tonight, Lynx and Jesse Jamester would team up against Keith Williams and Neo James Carner. Being that Lynx and JJ had spent most of 2021 batting it out before settling the score at Shockwave; it was no doubt that fans questioned whether they could get along and work as a team.
"Long Walk Home" by Howl Trance plays over the sound system and the lights above turn purple on the stage. A smokey mist rises from the ramp as the music picks up and out comes Lynx. A winner of the Cruiserweight Cup in 2021, the star had overcome odds that defied every naysayer in his path. Lynx dawned a new look than his former alias, and with it came a focus and grit that had not been seen before. While his appearance might be different, the man was still the same and as he made his way into the ring, we see the eyes of a man ready to do battle. His music fades out.
"Disasterpiece" by Slipknot blares over the sound system of the arena. Green and white lights flicker down on a circle near the entrance. Out steps the long haired grizzly vet,Jesse Jamester. Sporting his black lizard style mask, dressed in his black tights, knee brace on his left leg visible, white boots with black laces, with signature pistols on each boot. Fists taped up, black elbow pad on his right arm, the tattooed and scars visible from neck to abdomen. Jesse Jamester takes his walk to the ring, soaking in the crowd’s energy. As he approaches the ring side area, he steps up on the second step of the ring steps, cracking his neck, shrugging the shoulders, he grabs the middle rope and steps between them, gliding into the ring in a fluid motion. He throws his fists up for a fight, before raising both arms up over his head as he leans on the ropes facing the fans. Music begins to fade out.
R-E-V
Three letters announced over the PA in a super slow fashion precede the iconic sound of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar playing. The lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage, most of his face and head obscured by a white towel. Dressed in an all white suit, Keith looks down as he obsessively rubs at the fake mustache on his mask. Beside him was the one and only, Neo James Carner.
Scowling, the Great White Terror looks out at the crowd with disgust and stomps the rest of the way to the ring, avoiding the gaze of the fans. Neo James Carner following beside him, glancing a disgust with the crowd as he flicked his hair back behind his shoulders. Rolling under the bottom rope, Williams immediately sits himself in a corner, clutching the sides of his head as he rocks back and forth. Neo James Carner slides under the bottom rope and launches to his feet, taking to another turnbuckle as he basks in the jeers. Ready to compete, Keith whips the towel off and thrusts his body into a standing position as he methodically begins to remove the all white articles of clothing that make up his suit. Neo James Carner joins his partner in their corner, and their music fades.
Without a wince of time passing, Neo James Carner comes crashing into Lynx and Keith does the same with Jesse Jamester. The match had not started yet, as the special guest referee was not present! Keith shoves JJ through the ropes to the outside and follows him. Lynx is hit with a forearm to the back of his neck before NJC hits him with a high backdrop!
Music hits and THE REAL Lord Dominicus comes rushing out of the back. A power walk as he makes his way down the ramp wearing the zebra striped shirt this evening. His face, well it was covered by a mask, and tonight the North American Double Crown Championship was not around his waist. Lord Dominicus rushes to slide into the ring, regaining order as he pulls NJC off of Lynx and warns him immediately he wants a clean match. NJC smiles like he’s being challenged, and within moments, Lord Dominicus yells over the top rope at Keith and JJ telling them to get to their corners. Keith rocks JJ with an uppercut and creates space, throwing his hands up in the air as he turns to Lord Dominicus and shows that he is doing as told. Once all men are in their respective spots, Lord Dominicus signals for the bell and the match begins.
Lynx comes out hot, ducking a clothesline from NJC and wheel kicking him in the forehead as he turns around. Lynx flips backwards and lands with a splash on the fallen NJC, but instead of a pin, he mounts the ReVenant member and tee’s off with closed fists. NJC blasts Lynx in the lip before shoving him away. Rolling to his knees, NJC surveys his opponent who has turned his back to him. Lynx on his feet is grabbed around the waist as NJC begins to lift him up for a German suplex and delivers with the release! Lynx smashes the canvas hard and rolls through to his knees. Shaking off the impact, he gets up and meets NJC in the middle of the ring as the two trade punches. Lynx is whipped into the ropes, NJC goes for the arm drag, Lynx reverses and delivers a kick to his midsection. Placing a leg over the back of NJC’s neck, Lynx springs with his his free leg and wraps the other around his head as he turns his body to deliver a head scissors DDT!
The unique move sees NJC spike the canvas and stand in an upside down position for a moment, before falling to his back. Lynx goes for a cover and hooks the leg.
1..
2..
Kickout! Lynx looks over to Keith who has a grin on his face. What did the Great White Terror have up his sleeve? The distraction is all it takes for NJC to lift a leg and kick Lynx in the forehead, sending him backwards and away from the downed ReV. Carner finds his feet, and goes to grab Lynx by the arm but Lynx kicks his hand away, followed up by a shin kick, and then a quick elbow to the chest. Carner doesn’t allow him to get another move off as he delivers a vicious headbutt and stops Lynx in his tracks. NJC hooks Lynx by the neck, snap suplexing him away from his corner. Wrenching on a headlock, Carner grounds Lynx on the canvas. Keith nods from the apron, proud of his ReVenant brother as Neo James Carner transitions from a head lock to an arm bar, and lifts Lynx up. Switching to a hammerlock, NJC shoves Lynx into the ReVenant corner and tags Keith Williams as he lands body shots on the midsection of Lynx.
Keith Williams enters the ring, and fans boo with displeasure. Letting him know how they feel. It however makes no difference as the ReVs pick an arm, and together Carner and Williams whip Lynx out of the corner, only to shoot him back into it! Snapping backwards Lynx hits the turnbuckles and drops to a knee. Lord Dominicus warns Carner he’s at a three count for being in the ring after the tag. NJC flips his hair back as he steps out on the apron and shakes his head mocking the NADC Champion. Keith picks up the pace right away, snapping Lynx over with a snapmare and locking on a rear naked choke.
Lord Dominicus asks Lynx if he gives up. Audibly heard even in the front row, Lynx bellows “No!” Keith wrenches back on the neck as he drives a knee into Lynx’s spine. Lynx rolls right and grabs the bottom rope nearest him, forcing the hold to be broken - but only after Keith wrenches it for as long as he legally can. Dominicus gets in his face, letting him know he’s not afraid to disqualify the ReVenant if he goes too far. Keith turns his back on Lord Dominicus and plants a straight right into the ribs of the rising Lynx. Lifting Lynx up by the arm, Keith goes to whip Lynx, but holds the wrist and instead brings him back. The momentum allows Keith to grab Lynx and swing both of their bodies around and delivering a hellacious backbreaker on his knee! Keith pushes a hand on the throat under the chin of Lynx and another on his thigh, holding Lynx over his knee as he contorts his body.
Keith Williams had full control, and Lynx was feeling the punishment as Keith shoved him off his knee. The Great White Terror kicks Lynx in the ribs, before he grabs him by the ankle and drags him towards the ReVs corner, tagging Neo James Carner in. Carner steps in the ring and grabs the other leg, and wishbone to Lynx! Proud of himself, Carner flaunts to the audiences, hands spread out as he gives them the photo op of a lifetime. Keith back on the apron, NJC takes a moment and lines up his next attack, driving a knee into the skull of Lynx.
Rolling through, NJC looks over at Jesse Jamester as he grabs Lynx by the head and points at Lynx saying what a pathetic excuse of a partner. NJC baits Jamester in as he slaps Lynx across the face, but Lord Dominicus is quick to stop JJ before he gets through the ropes. This gives Keith a chance to grab Lynx by the neck and choke him as NJC pulls him from the ground to their corner. Carner lays in with punches as Keith finally lets go as Lord Dominicus returns his focus to NJC and Lynx. Carner whips Lynx the distance of the ring, swing and a miss! Lynx rolls under the rebound attack, jumps to his feet and dropkicks NJC in the chest!
The move takes everything Lynx has and he is left laying on his stomach, crawling towards his corner. NJC sees this and leaps on his legs to stop Lynx from making the tag. Grabbing the ankles, Carner drags Lynx backwards, but Lynx fights back. Turning to his back, Lynx gets a leg free and kicks the other arm of NJC. Now free, Lynx brings both legs to his chest just as NJC bends over to grab him - double kick to the chest! NJC goes backwards into his corner and we see Keith tag himself in with a hearty slap on Carner’s shoulder. Lynx gets to a knee and sees Keith coming in. He makes eye contact with Keith. There was a debt still unresolved and Lynx hadn’t forgotten. Keith goes for a grapple on the rising Lynx, but he drop toeholds Keith and springs up. Lynx dives at the ReVs corner, clubbing NJC on the apron with an elbow! Turning around in the corner just as Keith comes in with a clothesline that nearly turns Lynx inside out! His feet leave the canvas as the arm crosses his chest and throat, and Keith lets him fall to the mat, Lynx’s head leaning against the bottom rope.
Keith Williams looks down at his handy work, knowing full well he wasn’t done yet. Grabbing Lynx by the mask, Keith pulls him up to his knees, and stands behind Lynx to face Jesse Jamester in the opposite corner. He mouths something to the Canadian Nightmare which appears to light a fire in the big man, and begins to tee off on the eye portion of Lynx’s mask. Jesse rushes through the ropes to assist his partner only to be stopped by Lord Dominicus who gets in his face and cuts him off.
In the other corner, Keith pulls Lynx up and Carner chokes him with the tag rope as Keith gut shots Lynx; taking full advantage of the distraction as Lord Dominicus somehow gets JJ to return to the apron. Smacking the top turnbuckle, JJ turns to the fans and raises his hands calling for them to get behind Lynx. A chant begins for the Cruiserweight Cup winner. Lord Dominicus turns around to see Keith teeing off on Lynx who is on the ropes, just as Carner lets go and puts his hands in the air, indicating to his partner that Dominicus is now watching. Keith glances backwards and irish whips Lynx from the ropes towards Lord Dominicus - who leapfrogs the challenger and drops to the canvas as Lynx rebounds off the ropes. Both Lord Dominicus and Keith appear to be in synchronization, both dropping down to the canvas as Lynx flies across the ring, hurdling over them. Dominicus moves out of the way, and Keith goes for a powerslam, but the catch and grab isn’t played out the way The Great White Terror had hoped, and Lynx arm drags Keith with a force backed by the momentum of running the ring twice, and sends Keith rolling under the bottom rope to the outside.
Lynx glances back and rushes towards his corner as Keith Williams slides back in the ring following to cut him off. Keith grabs the ankle of Lynx as he’s inches away from JJ’s outstretched hand.
Fans ‘Booooooo’ the ReVenants as Keith Williams shakes his head at JJ with a cocky smile on his face.
ENZIGURI!!!
Lynx fires a kick with his free leg to the back of Keith’s skull, and leaps to tag the hand of Jesse Jamester! As though an animal unleashed, JJ comes at Keith Williams like a bullet! Grabbing the thighs, Jesse tackles Keith to the canvas and unloads a series of right and left hands as Keith puts his arms up to block his face. JJ sees this and drives an elbow down between the arms. Keith grabs the arm and rolls JJ over, kicking him in the right knee as the Canadian Nightmare jumps to his feet. Keith rises and quickly goes for a kidney shot that lands as JJ shakes the knee kick off. Another kidney shot! Keith grabs the mask and begins to push it upwards, causing JJ’s vision to be impaired for a moment. A hearty kick to the gut, and Keith hooks JJ’s neck for a suplex, lifting him up and stopped! JJ counters with a leg between Keith’s, and instead lifts Keith with a suplex!
Before JJ can get Keith fully vertical, his knees are chopped out from under him by NJC! Keith falls on JJ and hooks the leg as NJC waits for Lynx to come in. Lynx does so without hesitation and the two begin to scrap. Lord Dominicus slides into position for the count.
1..
2-
Kickout! Keith jumps up, looking to run a knee into the rising Jamester, two steps and — back body drop! Keith goes over the top rope to the outside. JJ doesn’t let time pass, eager to get his hands on Keith, and rolls under the bottom rope. Grabbing Keith ringside, he tosses him into the barricade, fans in the front row rallying behind the Canadian Nightmare as he gets some revenge for what the ReVenants did to him at AOTA. JJ begins to trade fists with Keith along the barricade, this leads them towards the announcer’s table area. Grabbing Keith’s neck he slams his head off the corner of the table and begins to military press him. Keith eye gouges JJ through the mask, creating the distraction that’s needed. Grabbing a camera man’s cable nearby, Keith wraps it around JJ’s neck and begins to choke him with it!
Inside the ring NJC ducks Lynx’s high kick, and plants a knee into his spine. Spinning Lynx around he Irish whips him into the corner but then stops the momentum and reverses direction! Lynx runs head first into Lord Dominicus! Both men hit the canvas and NJC sees his chance, sliding out of the ring he grabs a steel chair. Aiding Keith who has now lost the choking match and is being strangled by Jesse Jamester, Carner comes behind and slams the steel chair into JJ’s back! The Canadian Nightmare stops and shoves Keith to the floor as he turns slowly towards Carner. The look in his eyes showing the anger and built of rage the ReVenants have been causing to grow in him. Carner swings again and JJ kicks him in the midsection before striking him in the chin! The chair goes flying
From the entrance ramp we see Gus Arnold appear. The NPW Owner did not appear to be in good spirits with this situation unfolding. Power walking the ramp, Gus gets to the ringside area as JJ swings the steel chair at Keith Williams, cracking him in the back. Carner comes back with the camera that Keith pulled inadvertently from the camera man earlier, and smashes it into Jesse Jamester’s shoulder!
Gus Arnold: STOP! This match is over! I’m throwing this match out!
Seeing what was going on in the ring, Gus makes his way in as Lynx and Lord Dominicus are head to head, seemingly exchanging their dislike in the other. Lord Dominicus points to the zebra shirt to indicate he’s the authority figure tonight, but Gus Arnold steps between them.
Gus Arnold: Both of you stop! This is over!
NJC and Keith Williams high tail it up the ramp with Jesse Jamester following them not far behind. The camera shifts from the ReVenants and JJ going backstage through the curtain to Gus Arnold, Lynx and Lord Dominicus in the ring.
Lynx is not backing down, nor is Lord Dominicus, and Gus Arnold seems to be in the worst spot as these two seem ready to explode.
Gus Arnold: Whether you two like it or not, this was not one or the other's fault. So you both need to put your problems aside, because at Honor, Fight for the Fallen, it will be Lynx and Lord Dominicus teaming up to face the ReVenants!
The announcement sends shockwaves through the fans in the building. Cheering on the decision for this high profile tag match, it was obvious that the The ReVenants were not liked and that the NADC Champion and Cruiserweight Cup winner were. Lynx and Lord Dominicus seem apprehensive about the NPW Owner’s decision, but Gus talks to them both without the microphone picking up what is said.
The camera cuts backstage to show Jesse Jamester stalking the backstage area, the steel chair in hand. Kicking doors open, he was on a mission to find The ReVenants.
Jesse Jamester: REVS! Get your asses out here and fight me!
The words couldn’t have left his lips any sooner than the bottle came crashing into the back of his head! Keith Williams cracks a bottle of champagne over the Canadian Nightmare’s cranium, shattering it into uncountable pieces as the champagne douses the man.
Keith Williams proceeds to stomp on the back of Jesse Jamester as the other ReVenant members, Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner appear and join in with the beat down.
Standing the fallen Canadian Nightmare, taking their shots one by one, the numbers game trumped again. The ReVenants were proving that there was no one person in NPW that could stand up and take them on. If you fought one, you fought them all.
A barrage of NPW staff and security members appear. Without missing a beat, Keith whistles and the ReVenants stop. Keith backs up slowly as Neo James Carner and Rob Garcia do the same. The ReVenants were every bit the unholy Trinity they said they were.
[Cut.]
--
[Hype.]
A video begins to play on the video screen. At first it shows a busy city intersection, with traffic whirring by at a breakneck speed, as a deep voice begins to speak. The video then begins to show various buildings and people.
V/O "Detroit. The Motor City. Motown. The D. Hockeytown. A city once famous for hard working people, the American Auto industry, a record label, and a city of champions.”
The video then shows the faces of famous people.
"The former home of people like Civil Rights Activist Rosa Parks, Actors Jeff Daniels and Robin Williams, Musicians Madonna, Eminem, Arthea Franklin & Bob Seger. Athletes like Former NFL star Antonio Gates. Mr. Tiger Al Kaline, Mr. Hockey Gordie Howe, and Professional Wrestlers, Kevin Nash and George “The Animal” Steele’
The video then shows scenes like an abandoned house, a homeless man on a park bench, and a hypodermic needle next to a storm drain .
"A city now ravaged by the effects of drugs, economic collapse, and violence.”
The video then shows a large building and begins to pan up to the broken windows, and zooms in to find a well-dressed man, sitting in a chair.
"A city now on the verge of a major comeback, along with this man.”
The man in the chair looks at the camera.
"September 16th. The P in NPW stands for Perfection.”
The man gets up and walks away, the camera returns to the chair were he was sitting to show only a lonely white fedora.
[Joe Nobody.]
[Debuts.]
[Honor: Fight For the Fallen.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
--
Double Main Event
Attachment DeletedAttachment Deleted
Imperial Crown Tag Team Championship Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Prime Time (c) [Primal & Timeless] vs. HNDRXX & Joseph Mack
--
In what ended up being the biggest swerve and one of the most talked about parts of August on the Atlantic, HNDRXX dawning the El Guapo costume to lull Timeless into a fall sense of security was an epic way to get even with the man that had been hopelessly bullying the young boys from every city and town that NPW travelled to. As has been seen and documented in HNDRXX's flashback sequences, we all know that he's the type who won't back down and is always there to stand up to the forces of evil even if it looks like he's at a disadvtange. No bigger bully than Timeless, who was sporting a clean undefeated record in singles competition up until that point.
One might argue that he's still undefeated and the loss shouldn't be held against him. Either way, the situations that developed at AOTAIII for Primetime were less then favourable. Both ate a little humble pie, and it seemed to have shocked them back into tip top focus. The mean streak that both are known for, the same mean streaks that brought the two of them together in the first place now seem to be at the forefront of their respective mentalities.
Primetime demanded this match, wanting to set the record straight and take the challenge head on. They're undefeated n tag team matches and are elevating the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships with each and every show that passes. On the other side of the coin, HNDRXX has been training with Joseph Mack for months now, as Mack decided to get some extra work in at the Warehouse and allow for the two of them to develop organic chemistry as a team through workouts and training.
The challengers were out first to a huge ovation. It's clear that both men have captured the hearts and imagination of the fans, and the NPW fans are loyal. Once they love you, it's truly difficult to break that bond.
The champions were out second to a smattering of cheers, but mostly boos from the crowd. Roxy lead the way and made sure to shine on any fan that wasn't happy to see them. You could sense that this was all business for the champions. They handed their titles off to the time keeper, took their positions and basically begged the referee to start the match.
Primal and Mack got things started. Primal looked like a beast off of his leash, as he hammered away at Mack and tossed him around the ring with little resistance. Quick tag to Timeless, who flipped HNDRXX off and dug his knee into the ribs of Mack while Primal held his arms back. The duo hammered away with tandem double axe handles with had Mack wincing in pain.
HNDRXX was already extending his hand for the tag, as he couldn't wait to get into the ring. Talk about a true competitor. In the face of two of the toughest man on the NPW roster, the young up and comer shows no backdown at all.
Irish whip, Spinebuster from TIMELESS.
WHAAAAAMM!
Mack rolled out of the way and made the tag to HNDRXX, as Timeless seemed to want the exchange to happen after working out some of his pent up frustration. HNDRXX hit the ring, a house of fire. Lefts, rights, bouncing Timeless back - blind tag to Primal. HNDRXX didn't see it, massive clothesline from behind from PRIMAL!!
WHat's this?
Timeless tells Primal to flex! He does! A massive amount of hair has now covered the ring, and it looks so coarse and sharp! GROSS!
Timeless touches the hair folacals and then shows the crowd that they're so sharp that it actually penetrated his finger. Drops of blood follow. Primal's hair can do anything. It can be soft and malleable to make items and gifts for others. It can also serve as a weapon and shed like a sac of thumb tacks!
The crowd is disgusted as well as intrigued. What in the world!
Timeless then tags back in and clotheslines HNDRXX Out of the ring. Timeless stalks him and lifts him up... FALCON ARROW onto the concrete floor! HNDRXX has the wind completely knocked out of his lungs. He's gasping for air! Timeless uses his boot laces to rake the young wrestler's eyes! This is disgusting!
Timeless rolls HNDRXX back into the ring and picks him up and sets him up sitting on the top rope. Timeless climbs the ropes..... TOP ROPE URANAGE onto Prima's ThumbTack HAIR!!!!
WHAAAAM!!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HNDRXX's back is bleeding as the pieces of hair penetrate his skin. Mack tries to jump into the ring, but Primal is ready and spears him into next week, sending him outside of the ring!
Timeless grabs a hold of HNDRXX"s arm! He's yanking on it... pulling on it... he's threatening to snap it! The referee is in position, HNDRXX won't tap1
CRUNCH!
CRACK!!
[OH.]
[MY.]
TIMELESS just dislocated HNDRXX"s elbow and now his forearm bone is in two pieces as well! HNDRXX has passed out due to the pain. The referee calls for the bell!!!
The fans are in shock. HNDRXX can't continue, this is most definitely a Technical Knockout! But the real concern is for HNDRXX. A dislocated elbow and broken radius!
The fans are ready to jump over the guardrail.
What's this?
[El Guapo!]
The real masked luchador is here to make the save! He has a CHAIR! Timeless and Primal scatter, not wanting to eat any shots knowing what's coming.
OH NO!
WHAM!!!
El Guapo just bent the chair over HNDRXX's head!
WHAM!
AGAIN!
Two nasty unprotected chair shots.
Timeless and Primal roll into ring laughing. El Guapo takes off the mask..
IT'S ROXY!!
How disgusting. This was a set up from the start. Joseph Mack finally rolls HNDRXX Out of the ring who's in very rough shape.
Winners and STILL Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions: Prime Time (10:11)
In the middle of the ring Prime Time and Roxy bowed to the crowd and seemed very proud of what they had accomplished. Timeless pulled the ringside camera man close and spoke with passion.
"This is what happens when you mess with Prime Time. The whole wrestling world should beware, because you cross us and you're going to end up like that punk HNDRXX."
The fans are livid, as our show goes off the air.
[Black.]
[Credit Roll.]
Three of the top teams in Northern Pro were set to lock horns in a triple threat tag team match where one member from each team would be legal making it so three men were always in the ring at once. The first team to secure the pinfall, would go onto challenge for the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships. All eyes would be on this contest, as well as our upcoming main event where Primetime is set to defend their championships.
I-69 started out as one of the top tag team acts in Northern Pro Wrestling. Once their partnership with Oxford Osland disintegrated, they went overseas to season their skills. Since returning, they have found out the hard way that Northern Pro Wrestling has evolved and brought in some very strong tag teams from all over the globe.
The Bastards have been successful in both tag and trios action since they signed their contracts with the promotion. They go out of their way to watch one and other's backs, and the rest of the GSP seem to be fully behind them. Windsor and Riot seem to have chemistry from the onset, which speaks to their many years of working together.
The Dark Stars seemingly find themselves on the cusp of greatness each and every week. They're perennial contenders in every division in Northern Pro Wrestling. The Former Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions must feel even stronger now that they've brought their ally Xialong into the fold. Another championship run in tag, or their first run in singles is a definite possibility sometime this year.
When the match got underway, it seemed evident that The Dark Stars weren't too fond of working with anyone to gain an advantage. Wayne Sherlock approached Niko about working together to take down Frank Windsor, but Niko responded by smashing Sherlock with a nasty european uppercut, before DDTing him to the mat. Windsor looked on, content to let the other two settle things. But Niko was ready to fight the whole world it seemed. Perhaps his recent near victories over 'LD' among other things were still gnawing at him, which perpetuated his decision to stand alone and fight hard.
Niko and Windsor went toe to toe with neither man giving an inch. Niko attempted to use the ropes for momentum and came off looking to hammer Windsor with a clothesline, but he was caught and slammed to the mat with a sidewalk slam.
Windsor dropped multiple elbows before running forward and smashing Sherlock with a back elbow strike that sent him through the ropes and down to the floor. Windsor tagged Riot, and the duo excited tandem super kicks. Riot's was much prettier, as Windsor was still adjusting to the added weight he had gained during COVID.
Riot was ready to keep up the fight, but he got a little too close to Kono on the outside, and Kono grabbed him, which Riot turned around and socked him with a right hand. While he back was turned, Niko ran and dug his knee into the small of Riot's back. Riot ws laying with his head and neck draped over the second rope so Niko ran and used his leg to clotheslines Riot against the ropes. Riot fell backwards and as he did, Niko ran up to the top rope in a flash and dove off with a flying leg drop.
1..
2.
NO Sherlock rolled into the ring to make the save.
Sherlock hit an exploder suplex on Niko, before mounting him with ground and pound. Sherlock tagged Joseph, and after a double clothesline, Joseph grabbed Niko and spun him around locking him up in a texas cloverleaf submission!
WHAM!
Riot from behind to break the hold. Joseph didn't see him coming so the impact was massive, sending him down to the mat face first. As he tried to regain composure, Riot hit him with a face buster! He didn't go for the cover before Niko was back on his feet. They had a stare down, before Niko tagged in Kono, and the two dark stars used the five count to swarm Riot. Riot did his best to fend off the attack, but wound up eating a few stiff strikes before the referee interjected and forced Niko out of the ring.
Kono scooped Riot up and slammed him. Hit the rope and hit a running elbow drop!
1.
2.NO!
Riot kicked out.
Allan Jospeh was back in the fray and he started to stomp away at Riot. Kono looked at him, wondering what he was doing. It was as if Kono wanted Riot all to himself and wasn't going to accept the help of anyone but his own tag team partner. He roared back for a super kick...
BUT
Ankle Lock! Joseph caught his foot, spun around and hit the mat and started twisting Kono's leg!
The referee was in position..
NO!
Riot stomps on Joseph to break the hold. Niko is leaning over the ropes, shouting instructions, so Windsor jumped into the ring and pulled him into the ring to level him with a few shots which the fans absolutely loved. The referee would step in between to force Windsor out, and while the refs back was turned, Kono and Niko excuted a double powerbomb on Rob Riot! Joseph tried intervene nd he was hit with stern super kicks!
Kono was legal, he dropped down and hooked the leg.
1..
2...
NO 2.9!
Rob Riot kicked out! Last second, but he got the shoulder up.
The Dark Stars thought they had it won right there. The referee held up two fingers, and Kono looked as though he was ready to break them in half.
Kono picked Riot up and pushed him back into his corner, where he tagged Niko. The former champs took turns lacing Riot up with body shots, before a double snapper and double dropkicks to the back of his head!
1..
2..
NO! Joseph With the save!
Two nearfalls, and Riot was looking to be on dream street. In matches like these, it's often 2 on 1, and sometimes 3 or 4 on 1. Right now, Riot has had the odds against him, but still fights through.
Windsor was stomping his feet on the outside looking to make the hot tag, and the fans were slapping their knees and clapping in unison to will Riot back into the match. Everyone's encouragement seemed to work as Riot found his second wind, and when Niko and Joseph were tied up. Riot lunged and chop blocked Niko from behind which helped Joseph send him ass over tea kettle with a vicious short clothesline. Riot was still on his knees, but dove forward and was able to grab a single leg, and hold onto it, and trip Joseph to the mat.
Strikes reign from above.
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NIKO comes rushing in for an elbow, but Riot moves and he connects with Joseph! The fans love it. Riot rolls out of harms way and makes the tag to Windsor!
RAAAAAAAHHHH!!
Windsor clotheslined both Niko and Joseph at the same time. He visited Kono with a thrust to the jaw. Then shoulder tackled Sherlock off of the apron to the arena floor. Windsor hit the ropes and looked like he was going to dive over the top rope, but then slowed down and decided he better not take that chance with some of the extra weight he's not used to sporting. Old Windsor might've made the dive, but this version was going to keep his two feet on the ground.
The fans loved there attempt, and knew exactly why he pulled up. A smattering of chuckles followed.
WHAM! Niko blasts Windsor from behind, but Windsor doesn't sell it. He turns around and hulks up. He grabs Niko by the neck and runs him into the turnbuckle, before whipping him the far corner.
AVALANCHE!!
Niko bounced off the corner and face planted.
Joseph was up, he rushed forward and got hit with a SPINEBUSTER! The cover..
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THNO!
Joseph got the shoulder up.
Close one once again.
Kono used the ropes to launch himself from the apron and caught Windsor with a diving forearm strike that knocked the big man down. Thus brought Riot back into the ring to cut Kono off who wasn't the legal man! Sherlock got up from the arena floor, rolled into the ring and went after Niko! The Dark Stars were up against it, as The Bastards had Kono, and I-69 were working over Niko!
Clothesline/German Suplex hold combo from I-69! Joseph held for the cover
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Windsor launches Kono onto the pinfall with a POP UP POWERBOMB!
WHAM!!!
Riot rushed forward and smashed Sherlock with a nasty lariat that sent him to the mat hard. Sherlock sheepishly rolled under the bottom rope, looking to regain composure. Windsor picked Kono up and press slam dropped him over the top rope onto Sherlock who had just gotten his two feet steady on the floor.
Meanwhile, Niko and Jospeh each realized the Bastards were taking control of the contest. Niko ran at Riot, who ducked and back dropped him out of the ring! Windsor hit Joseph with a nasty DDT! Riot exited and grabbed the tag rope.
TAG!
LOCKING CLAMP!!!
Joseph has nowhere to go. Will he?
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TAP! TAP! TAP!
The Bastards have done it, they defeated I-69 to set themselves up for a future Imperial Crown Championship Match.
The fans were loving it, as The Dark Stars were now just realizing what had happened. Neither of them looked pleased, so they took out their frustrations on Sherlock on the outside. Double DDT! They snarled and pointed to the Bastards in the ring, warning them that this wasn't over!
Windsor and Riot had their hands raised in victory.
Winners: The Bastards via Locking Clamp (12:33)
[Cut.]
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[The Parking Lot.]
Sinclair Godfrey signed the photos before her, smiling as she chatted with the fans. And then she paused, blinking as Donzig was staring at her with the face of that mask. She grunted, and turned slightly. A brow lifted, and she shrugged. 'Yes?'
'Your line, it is longer then mine.'
Sinclair chuckled, and she arched a brow. 'Well, I mean I am nearly undefeated. I was only pinned by Rios because of Commandrix! And I am a wo--'
Donzig waved his hand, shaking his head before he leaned back in his chair. His arms folded before him, and he tilted his head with a hiss. 'Don't start that again.'
'Maybe it's because I am cool, you know like the cool heel.' Sinclair offered, signing another photograph.
Donzig hissed, stiffening in his chair before he slapped his hand down on the table. She drew back, and the fans stared at the pair. 'A cool heel? I didn't train you to be a cool heel like some Young Buck! Do you think this is the NWO?'
Sinclair rolled her eyes, and turned away from him as Donzig glared at her. He fumed, shaking his head before he turned to the next fan in line. It was a young kid, who handed over a photo with a smile. 'You're my favorite XHF superstar!'
'Hnh. That's great kid.' Donzig muttered as he glared at Sinclair who just shrugged.
'Can you sign it to Mikey, from Lord Dominicus!' beamed the kid. Donzig quit glaring at Sinclair, head snapping around to stare at the kid.
'What?'
The kid blinked, staring before he sighed. 'Oh, you're the other guy. That is okay, I guess.'
'The other guy?' Donzig hissed, and his pen went to work with a few quick motions. He slammed the picture down before the kid, shaking his head as Sinclair tried not to laugh. The signature read:
To: Mikey
From: The Other Guy
Glad your parents are saving money on college.
The picture was of Lord Dominicus. The kid snatched up the picture, staring at it before he ran off blinking away tears. A few fans in line saw it, and they booed at Donzig. He snorted, waving a hand dismissively as he leaned back in the chair. 'Bah, I have seen what makes you people cheer! Go to SWAT.com, they are having a sale on Bear-o-dactyl shirts! 20% off!'
The fans jeered again, a few leaving the line. Others pulled out their phones, and Donzig snorted as he folded his arms over his chest. Sinclair stared at him, biting her lip before she leaned over. 'You said you weren't going to help those two sell merch again.'
Donzig stiffened in his chair, and his hand slammed down on the table as he thundered. 'NEXT!'
[Cut.]
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Fatal Fourway Texas Tornado Style
To Challenge for the Openweight Championship @ Honor #6
30 Minute Time Limit
Ronnie Long vs. Andrew Morgan vs. Takaru Matsui vs. Edward Zepp
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Our next contest for the evening would determine the fourth competitor to fight for the OpenWeight Championship at Honor: Fight for the Fallen. In a match not yet seen in NPW, four men had the opportunity to secure their spot in a main event, and write their ticket to glory.
“Grave Digger” by Blues Saraceno plays over the sound system. Our first was Ronnie Long, a veteran of the ring, a general of the squared circle, with twenty plus years of history and experience. Ronnie Long was no slouch, and his impressive build along with his stature and size created many offensive advantages that he was able to utilize. With a recent win over Greg Adkins at the August on the Atlantic III super card, Long was proving he was as much a singles star as he was a team player. Tonight he would be tested in this Texas Tornado Fatal Fourway, not only against two men larger than him, but an ally he has been teaming with in recent months, Takaru Matsui. Entering the ring, Long stretches using the ropes, and his music fades.
Speaking of the devil, or more accurately the strike messiah of NPW; Takaru Matsui makes his entrance. Not one to showboat or flaunt, his demeanor one of business and focus as he makes his way to the ring. Ronnie and Takaru had taken on their opponents tonight not long ago in a Trios style matchup, with partner HNDRXX. While that night they were favored for victory, tonight, they had to put their friendship on hold and duke it out for the opportunity at gold. Takaru enters the ring and nods to Long, but takes to his corner without any other acknowledgement of his former partner. Was it an icy focus or the way of this traveling artist, to be able to separate his feelings and his professional position? We would find out soon enough.
The menacing synth and deliberate drums of "Blood Moon" by Dance With The Dead signals the arrival of Edward Zepp. He stalks toward the ring with a look of annoyance that's obvious even through his pair of dark sunglasses. He bounds up to the apron with one step and over the top rope with another, then briefly points a fist to the crowd around him. The Galactic Space Pirate had an impressive resume, not only before arriving in NPW but also in his short time with the company. Tonight, he would face not only a brother of the GSP but two men who together had nearly half a century of experience in the wrestling world. It would be an uphill battle, but if anyone was able to climb a mountain, Zepp looked the part to do so.
Final entrant to the Fatal Four Way makes his way out as his music plays. The other GSP member involved in the match tonight, and a tree of a man, the Phoenix, Andrew Morgan made his way to the ring. Formidable and successful in his recent outing with Primal at August on the Atlantic III, Morgan had turned heads with how he man-handled one half of the Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions. While size was not everything in the sport of wrestling, it did not hurt an athlete who had other tools at their disposal. Morgan was a quick buzz story that had fans launch from their seats, chanting ‘G-S-P!’ as he stepped over the top rope and into the ring. The referee looked at all four competitors, knowing full well he had his hands full tonight. Morgan and Zepp fist bump in solidarity, a sign that while they may be facing one another, the respect and possibly team work of the group was going to be an aspect of this match to watch for.
The bell sounds and for a moment, all four men glance around the ring, waiting for the others to make a move. It’s Takaru who does so by walking up to Zepp, putting a finger in his chest, and showing he doesn’t fear the size of his opponent. Zepp smiles as he looks over to Morgan, unloaded by Takaru’s display of pride, and pulls his arm back; Elbow to the jaw! Takaru leaps up and slams his elbow into Zepps jawline, followed by swift kicks to the legs, both shins and thighs, before ducking a haymaker from Zepp! Takaru leaps off the second rope and springboards bulldogs Zepp to the canvas!
Ronnie Long takes the distraction from Takaru as a chance to go for Morgan, and it pays off. Hauling ass into the corner, Ronnie runs full steam and avalanches Morgan into the turnbuckle. Following up with a slew of heavy right punches, before Morgan knees him in the midsection and slows Ronnie down. Morgan reverses his position with Ronnie, and begins to back thrust his weight into the veteran. Not once, not twice, but three times he slams his hips backwards, squeezing Long between himself and the turnbuckle. On a fourth effort to do the same, Ronnie pulls himself up using the top ropes and brings his knees up, forcing them into the spine of Morgan’s back! Morgan walks out of the corner, holding his back with one hand, and Long chop blocks the Phoenix to bring him down to the canvas. Locking on a triangle choke hold, Ronnie Long begins to wear down Andrew Morgan and control the pace of the match.
Zepp is up and Takaru is still kicking away, as though trying to find the sweet spot. Zepp is done with the assault and shoves Takaru into the ropes, before standing up and planting a giant big boot into his chest! The boot sends Takaru to the canvas with authority. Edward Zepp sees Long on his GSP team member, and realizes this isn’t good if Ronnie gets a submission - as it is one fall for the match to be decided. Zepp kicks with a heavy boot across side of Long’s head, breaking up the hold. Turning his attention back to Takaru, Zepp goes to grab the rising competitor, but his lack of focus costs him, and Takaru slips between his legs and precisely attacks the back of Zepp’s left knee! Buckling one leg, Takaru spins around and aims for the other with success! Zepp falls to his knees, an agony on his face as he lands, and Takaru comes flying past him, hitting the ropes, floating into the air to hit a shining wizard on Zepp!
Morgan gets up, seeing Long holding his head, and grabs him by the neck, forcing him back into the corner. A few elbow attacks to the chest and neck area, and Morgan irish whips Ronnie across the ring to the opposite corner. Morgan follows right behind him, and as Ronnie turns into the corner he is met with the full weight of Morgan hitting him like a freight train! Long contorts in the corner, before falling to his rear on the canvas. Morgan places a boot on his chest, and waves a hand to the crowd as if asking them if he should stomp him? Double knee attack to the back of Morgan! Takaru had seen Morgan run past him and with Zepp on the canvas recovering from the shining wizard, he took to helping his former partner. While they may not have planned on working together tonight, the odds were in their favor if they did.
Takaru’s knees send Morgan hunched over the top rope. Long rolls under the bottom rope and begins to ascend the turnbuckle from the apron. Takaru grabs the legs of Morgan and uses his weight on the ropes to hoist Morgan’s tree trunk legs up using his shoulders. Ronnie Long leaps off the top rope, double axe handle smashing the back and midsection of Morgan as Takaru walks out and drops his legs on impact! The teamwork showed to be effective, and as Takaru let go he received a strong right hand for his efforts from the infuriated Zepp. Coming back from the earlier series of attacks, Zepp wraps his hands around Takaru’s neck, lifting him off the canvas and high into the air! Long comes in and clips Zepp in the stomach with a clothesline, forcing him to drop Takaru. Zepp is kicked not only by Long but also Takaru, as the two shift their focus to the other Galactic Space Pirate.
Long motions to Takaru, and the two hook the bead and arms of the giant Edward Zepp. With all their strength they lift, looking for a double suplex, but Zepp won’t go up! Another try, and Zepp reverses, flipping both men into their backs with his own double suplex! An incredible feat of strength that the fans eat up, cheering him on. Zepp gets back to his feet, and as he does Morgan walks backwards into him, both bumping one another back to back. Spinning around as though ready to punch, they catch each other, shooting a half-hearted smile as if saying “that was close.” Morgan nods at Zepp and mutters something, to which Zepp seems in agreement with. The two big men grab Takaru and Long individually, and signal for double power bombs!
SLAAAM!
SLAAAM!
As the synchronization of the bodies hitting the floor, uhm-canvas, Edward Zepp and Andrew Morgan survey the damage. The Galactic Sex Pirates knew their business was to be put aside and with respective nods the giants hit the ropes on opposite sides of the ring - like towering Power Ranger Megazords, they clashed in the center! The ring rumbled as did the arena floor as fans began stomping, only to stop as Morgan stared at Zepp and they both laughed. The laughter faded quickly as Zepp fires a heavy right smashing Morgan in the jaw. Morgan cocks his head and mouths “So that’s how it is?” Laying in with his own right cross to the cheek of Zepp.
Edward Zepp and Andrew Morgan lay into one another back and forth, a hulking hoss fight taking shape before the Canadian audience. Morgan gets one more off on Zepp, before head butting the big man and watching him lean on the ropes and come back. BIG BOOT by Zepp! Morgan staggers! Long rocks Morgan from the side with all his momentum behind a clothesline that sends Morgan over the top along with Long. Takaru comes off the second rope and double axe handle to the back of Edward Zepp!
Zepp gets a step in, sweeps Takaru by the waist and drops him with a sidewalk slam! Going for the cover.
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The bell sounds and Morgan and Long throw one more punch on the outside at one another, before realizing the match has ended. Standing to his feet, the referee raises Edward Zepp’s hand.
Announcer: Winner of this match via pin fall, EDWARD ZEPP! (15:46)
Earning his shot at the OpenWeight championship come September 16th at Honor: Fight for the Fallen. Zepp marinated in the victory for it was a huge one that could slingshot him into the spotlight in a short time of being in NPW.
[Cut.]
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[The Parking Lot.]
The lines are starting to shut down, as the event is getting closer to it's end. Gus Arnold overheard talk that Donzig and Sinclair were outside taunting fans. Gus keeps a fair distance, but eventually approaches his malcontent.
Gus: "How's NPW fanfest going?"
[Donzig is startled but doesn't flinch.]
Donzig: "You're welcome Gus. I'm bringing more eyes to your product and educating your fans on the art of selling."
Gus: "I admire your outlook. But I know that this little escapade was designed to take subtle shots at me."
[Donzig smirks.]
Donzig: "I'm the biggest star you have, and you left me off this show. Why?"
Gus: "I thought you might appreciate some rest time. If you're not here, you're over there, or there... or there."
Donzig: "I'm ambitious what can I say?"
Gus: "Well you're also set to headline our big event in September. My advice to you, is take time for yourself and focus on the task at hand. I don't want to hear any excuses after the fact if you come up short. It'll be due to your own penchant for keeping a busy schedule."
Donzig: "I'll take it into consideration."
[Gus looks at Sinclair who's completely lost in Donzig's eyes.]
Gus: "As for you..."
[Sinclair finally breaks her eye contact to look at Gus.]
Gus: "You might want to stay ready as well, because your name is about to be called."
Donzig: "Well, it sounds like you've finally come to your senses. More Donzig and More Sinclair."
Gus: "Maybe I have. Just don't make me regret it."
[With that, Gus turns his back and walks back into the arena leaving Donzig with much to consider.]
[Cut.]
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Double Main Event
Tag Team Grudge Match
30 Minute Time Limit
The ReVenants [Williams & Carner] vs. Lynx & Jesse Jamester
Special Guest Referee: Lord Dominicus
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A blood feud that started nearly two months ago was now shaping up to be a war that even Gus Arnold could not control. On one side, the ReVenants headed by Keith Williams had set out to make a statement and did just that with Eron Hunter. This lead to Hunter being put out of action for August on the Atlantic III. Gus Arnold paired Keith Williams and Jesse Jamester up to do battle. Like two titans waiting for the arena gates to open, it took no time at all to see what the rest of the Northern Pro locker room knew already; this one would not end with a handshake. After the match, Keith and the ReV members Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner brutally assaulted the Canadian Nightmare. Aiming to put him out of action with Lynx, they went as far as to begin the process of hanging him by a chain; before the arrival of JJ’s ally Clyde interrupted their plans. In recent weeks we saw The ReVenants try to do the same to Billy Fowler, before JJ stepped in and saved The Bastard’s member from being another notch on the ReVenant’s belt.
Tonight, Lynx and Jesse Jamester would team up against Keith Williams and Neo James Carner. Being that Lynx and JJ had spent most of 2021 batting it out before settling the score at Shockwave; it was no doubt that fans questioned whether they could get along and work as a team.
"Long Walk Home" by Howl Trance plays over the sound system and the lights above turn purple on the stage. A smokey mist rises from the ramp as the music picks up and out comes Lynx. A winner of the Cruiserweight Cup in 2021, the star had overcome odds that defied every naysayer in his path. Lynx dawned a new look than his former alias, and with it came a focus and grit that had not been seen before. While his appearance might be different, the man was still the same and as he made his way into the ring, we see the eyes of a man ready to do battle. His music fades out.
"Disasterpiece" by Slipknot blares over the sound system of the arena. Green and white lights flicker down on a circle near the entrance. Out steps the long haired grizzly vet,Jesse Jamester. Sporting his black lizard style mask, dressed in his black tights, knee brace on his left leg visible, white boots with black laces, with signature pistols on each boot. Fists taped up, black elbow pad on his right arm, the tattooed and scars visible from neck to abdomen. Jesse Jamester takes his walk to the ring, soaking in the crowd’s energy. As he approaches the ring side area, he steps up on the second step of the ring steps, cracking his neck, shrugging the shoulders, he grabs the middle rope and steps between them, gliding into the ring in a fluid motion. He throws his fists up for a fight, before raising both arms up over his head as he leans on the ropes facing the fans. Music begins to fade out.
R-E-V
Three letters announced over the PA in a super slow fashion precede the iconic sound of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar playing. The lights in the arena incessantly flash on and off as Keith Williams marches out onto the stage, most of his face and head obscured by a white towel. Dressed in an all white suit, Keith looks down as he obsessively rubs at the fake mustache on his mask. Beside him was the one and only, Neo James Carner.
Scowling, the Great White Terror looks out at the crowd with disgust and stomps the rest of the way to the ring, avoiding the gaze of the fans. Neo James Carner following beside him, glancing a disgust with the crowd as he flicked his hair back behind his shoulders. Rolling under the bottom rope, Williams immediately sits himself in a corner, clutching the sides of his head as he rocks back and forth. Neo James Carner slides under the bottom rope and launches to his feet, taking to another turnbuckle as he basks in the jeers. Ready to compete, Keith whips the towel off and thrusts his body into a standing position as he methodically begins to remove the all white articles of clothing that make up his suit. Neo James Carner joins his partner in their corner, and their music fades.
Without a wince of time passing, Neo James Carner comes crashing into Lynx and Keith does the same with Jesse Jamester. The match had not started yet, as the special guest referee was not present! Keith shoves JJ through the ropes to the outside and follows him. Lynx is hit with a forearm to the back of his neck before NJC hits him with a high backdrop!
Music hits and THE REAL Lord Dominicus comes rushing out of the back. A power walk as he makes his way down the ramp wearing the zebra striped shirt this evening. His face, well it was covered by a mask, and tonight the North American Double Crown Championship was not around his waist. Lord Dominicus rushes to slide into the ring, regaining order as he pulls NJC off of Lynx and warns him immediately he wants a clean match. NJC smiles like he’s being challenged, and within moments, Lord Dominicus yells over the top rope at Keith and JJ telling them to get to their corners. Keith rocks JJ with an uppercut and creates space, throwing his hands up in the air as he turns to Lord Dominicus and shows that he is doing as told. Once all men are in their respective spots, Lord Dominicus signals for the bell and the match begins.
Lynx comes out hot, ducking a clothesline from NJC and wheel kicking him in the forehead as he turns around. Lynx flips backwards and lands with a splash on the fallen NJC, but instead of a pin, he mounts the ReVenant member and tee’s off with closed fists. NJC blasts Lynx in the lip before shoving him away. Rolling to his knees, NJC surveys his opponent who has turned his back to him. Lynx on his feet is grabbed around the waist as NJC begins to lift him up for a German suplex and delivers with the release! Lynx smashes the canvas hard and rolls through to his knees. Shaking off the impact, he gets up and meets NJC in the middle of the ring as the two trade punches. Lynx is whipped into the ropes, NJC goes for the arm drag, Lynx reverses and delivers a kick to his midsection. Placing a leg over the back of NJC’s neck, Lynx springs with his his free leg and wraps the other around his head as he turns his body to deliver a head scissors DDT!
The unique move sees NJC spike the canvas and stand in an upside down position for a moment, before falling to his back. Lynx goes for a cover and hooks the leg.
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Kickout! Lynx looks over to Keith who has a grin on his face. What did the Great White Terror have up his sleeve? The distraction is all it takes for NJC to lift a leg and kick Lynx in the forehead, sending him backwards and away from the downed ReV. Carner finds his feet, and goes to grab Lynx by the arm but Lynx kicks his hand away, followed up by a shin kick, and then a quick elbow to the chest. Carner doesn’t allow him to get another move off as he delivers a vicious headbutt and stops Lynx in his tracks. NJC hooks Lynx by the neck, snap suplexing him away from his corner. Wrenching on a headlock, Carner grounds Lynx on the canvas. Keith nods from the apron, proud of his ReVenant brother as Neo James Carner transitions from a head lock to an arm bar, and lifts Lynx up. Switching to a hammerlock, NJC shoves Lynx into the ReVenant corner and tags Keith Williams as he lands body shots on the midsection of Lynx.
Keith Williams enters the ring, and fans boo with displeasure. Letting him know how they feel. It however makes no difference as the ReVs pick an arm, and together Carner and Williams whip Lynx out of the corner, only to shoot him back into it! Snapping backwards Lynx hits the turnbuckles and drops to a knee. Lord Dominicus warns Carner he’s at a three count for being in the ring after the tag. NJC flips his hair back as he steps out on the apron and shakes his head mocking the NADC Champion. Keith picks up the pace right away, snapping Lynx over with a snapmare and locking on a rear naked choke.
Lord Dominicus asks Lynx if he gives up. Audibly heard even in the front row, Lynx bellows “No!” Keith wrenches back on the neck as he drives a knee into Lynx’s spine. Lynx rolls right and grabs the bottom rope nearest him, forcing the hold to be broken - but only after Keith wrenches it for as long as he legally can. Dominicus gets in his face, letting him know he’s not afraid to disqualify the ReVenant if he goes too far. Keith turns his back on Lord Dominicus and plants a straight right into the ribs of the rising Lynx. Lifting Lynx up by the arm, Keith goes to whip Lynx, but holds the wrist and instead brings him back. The momentum allows Keith to grab Lynx and swing both of their bodies around and delivering a hellacious backbreaker on his knee! Keith pushes a hand on the throat under the chin of Lynx and another on his thigh, holding Lynx over his knee as he contorts his body.
Keith Williams had full control, and Lynx was feeling the punishment as Keith shoved him off his knee. The Great White Terror kicks Lynx in the ribs, before he grabs him by the ankle and drags him towards the ReVs corner, tagging Neo James Carner in. Carner steps in the ring and grabs the other leg, and wishbone to Lynx! Proud of himself, Carner flaunts to the audiences, hands spread out as he gives them the photo op of a lifetime. Keith back on the apron, NJC takes a moment and lines up his next attack, driving a knee into the skull of Lynx.
Rolling through, NJC looks over at Jesse Jamester as he grabs Lynx by the head and points at Lynx saying what a pathetic excuse of a partner. NJC baits Jamester in as he slaps Lynx across the face, but Lord Dominicus is quick to stop JJ before he gets through the ropes. This gives Keith a chance to grab Lynx by the neck and choke him as NJC pulls him from the ground to their corner. Carner lays in with punches as Keith finally lets go as Lord Dominicus returns his focus to NJC and Lynx. Carner whips Lynx the distance of the ring, swing and a miss! Lynx rolls under the rebound attack, jumps to his feet and dropkicks NJC in the chest!
The move takes everything Lynx has and he is left laying on his stomach, crawling towards his corner. NJC sees this and leaps on his legs to stop Lynx from making the tag. Grabbing the ankles, Carner drags Lynx backwards, but Lynx fights back. Turning to his back, Lynx gets a leg free and kicks the other arm of NJC. Now free, Lynx brings both legs to his chest just as NJC bends over to grab him - double kick to the chest! NJC goes backwards into his corner and we see Keith tag himself in with a hearty slap on Carner’s shoulder. Lynx gets to a knee and sees Keith coming in. He makes eye contact with Keith. There was a debt still unresolved and Lynx hadn’t forgotten. Keith goes for a grapple on the rising Lynx, but he drop toeholds Keith and springs up. Lynx dives at the ReVs corner, clubbing NJC on the apron with an elbow! Turning around in the corner just as Keith comes in with a clothesline that nearly turns Lynx inside out! His feet leave the canvas as the arm crosses his chest and throat, and Keith lets him fall to the mat, Lynx’s head leaning against the bottom rope.
Keith Williams looks down at his handy work, knowing full well he wasn’t done yet. Grabbing Lynx by the mask, Keith pulls him up to his knees, and stands behind Lynx to face Jesse Jamester in the opposite corner. He mouths something to the Canadian Nightmare which appears to light a fire in the big man, and begins to tee off on the eye portion of Lynx’s mask. Jesse rushes through the ropes to assist his partner only to be stopped by Lord Dominicus who gets in his face and cuts him off.
In the other corner, Keith pulls Lynx up and Carner chokes him with the tag rope as Keith gut shots Lynx; taking full advantage of the distraction as Lord Dominicus somehow gets JJ to return to the apron. Smacking the top turnbuckle, JJ turns to the fans and raises his hands calling for them to get behind Lynx. A chant begins for the Cruiserweight Cup winner. Lord Dominicus turns around to see Keith teeing off on Lynx who is on the ropes, just as Carner lets go and puts his hands in the air, indicating to his partner that Dominicus is now watching. Keith glances backwards and irish whips Lynx from the ropes towards Lord Dominicus - who leapfrogs the challenger and drops to the canvas as Lynx rebounds off the ropes. Both Lord Dominicus and Keith appear to be in synchronization, both dropping down to the canvas as Lynx flies across the ring, hurdling over them. Dominicus moves out of the way, and Keith goes for a powerslam, but the catch and grab isn’t played out the way The Great White Terror had hoped, and Lynx arm drags Keith with a force backed by the momentum of running the ring twice, and sends Keith rolling under the bottom rope to the outside.
Lynx glances back and rushes towards his corner as Keith Williams slides back in the ring following to cut him off. Keith grabs the ankle of Lynx as he’s inches away from JJ’s outstretched hand.
Fans ‘Booooooo’ the ReVenants as Keith Williams shakes his head at JJ with a cocky smile on his face.
ENZIGURI!!!
Lynx fires a kick with his free leg to the back of Keith’s skull, and leaps to tag the hand of Jesse Jamester! As though an animal unleashed, JJ comes at Keith Williams like a bullet! Grabbing the thighs, Jesse tackles Keith to the canvas and unloads a series of right and left hands as Keith puts his arms up to block his face. JJ sees this and drives an elbow down between the arms. Keith grabs the arm and rolls JJ over, kicking him in the right knee as the Canadian Nightmare jumps to his feet. Keith rises and quickly goes for a kidney shot that lands as JJ shakes the knee kick off. Another kidney shot! Keith grabs the mask and begins to push it upwards, causing JJ’s vision to be impaired for a moment. A hearty kick to the gut, and Keith hooks JJ’s neck for a suplex, lifting him up and stopped! JJ counters with a leg between Keith’s, and instead lifts Keith with a suplex!
Before JJ can get Keith fully vertical, his knees are chopped out from under him by NJC! Keith falls on JJ and hooks the leg as NJC waits for Lynx to come in. Lynx does so without hesitation and the two begin to scrap. Lord Dominicus slides into position for the count.
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Kickout! Keith jumps up, looking to run a knee into the rising Jamester, two steps and — back body drop! Keith goes over the top rope to the outside. JJ doesn’t let time pass, eager to get his hands on Keith, and rolls under the bottom rope. Grabbing Keith ringside, he tosses him into the barricade, fans in the front row rallying behind the Canadian Nightmare as he gets some revenge for what the ReVenants did to him at AOTA. JJ begins to trade fists with Keith along the barricade, this leads them towards the announcer’s table area. Grabbing Keith’s neck he slams his head off the corner of the table and begins to military press him. Keith eye gouges JJ through the mask, creating the distraction that’s needed. Grabbing a camera man’s cable nearby, Keith wraps it around JJ’s neck and begins to choke him with it!
Inside the ring NJC ducks Lynx’s high kick, and plants a knee into his spine. Spinning Lynx around he Irish whips him into the corner but then stops the momentum and reverses direction! Lynx runs head first into Lord Dominicus! Both men hit the canvas and NJC sees his chance, sliding out of the ring he grabs a steel chair. Aiding Keith who has now lost the choking match and is being strangled by Jesse Jamester, Carner comes behind and slams the steel chair into JJ’s back! The Canadian Nightmare stops and shoves Keith to the floor as he turns slowly towards Carner. The look in his eyes showing the anger and built of rage the ReVenants have been causing to grow in him. Carner swings again and JJ kicks him in the midsection before striking him in the chin! The chair goes flying
From the entrance ramp we see Gus Arnold appear. The NPW Owner did not appear to be in good spirits with this situation unfolding. Power walking the ramp, Gus gets to the ringside area as JJ swings the steel chair at Keith Williams, cracking him in the back. Carner comes back with the camera that Keith pulled inadvertently from the camera man earlier, and smashes it into Jesse Jamester’s shoulder!
Gus Arnold: STOP! This match is over! I’m throwing this match out!
Seeing what was going on in the ring, Gus makes his way in as Lynx and Lord Dominicus are head to head, seemingly exchanging their dislike in the other. Lord Dominicus points to the zebra shirt to indicate he’s the authority figure tonight, but Gus Arnold steps between them.
Gus Arnold: Both of you stop! This is over!
NJC and Keith Williams high tail it up the ramp with Jesse Jamester following them not far behind. The camera shifts from the ReVenants and JJ going backstage through the curtain to Gus Arnold, Lynx and Lord Dominicus in the ring.
Lynx is not backing down, nor is Lord Dominicus, and Gus Arnold seems to be in the worst spot as these two seem ready to explode.
Gus Arnold: Whether you two like it or not, this was not one or the other's fault. So you both need to put your problems aside, because at Honor, Fight for the Fallen, it will be Lynx and Lord Dominicus teaming up to face the ReVenants!
The announcement sends shockwaves through the fans in the building. Cheering on the decision for this high profile tag match, it was obvious that the The ReVenants were not liked and that the NADC Champion and Cruiserweight Cup winner were. Lynx and Lord Dominicus seem apprehensive about the NPW Owner’s decision, but Gus talks to them both without the microphone picking up what is said.
The camera cuts backstage to show Jesse Jamester stalking the backstage area, the steel chair in hand. Kicking doors open, he was on a mission to find The ReVenants.
Jesse Jamester: REVS! Get your asses out here and fight me!
The words couldn’t have left his lips any sooner than the bottle came crashing into the back of his head! Keith Williams cracks a bottle of champagne over the Canadian Nightmare’s cranium, shattering it into uncountable pieces as the champagne douses the man.
Keith Williams proceeds to stomp on the back of Jesse Jamester as the other ReVenant members, Rob Garcia and Neo James Carner appear and join in with the beat down.
Standing the fallen Canadian Nightmare, taking their shots one by one, the numbers game trumped again. The ReVenants were proving that there was no one person in NPW that could stand up and take them on. If you fought one, you fought them all.
A barrage of NPW staff and security members appear. Without missing a beat, Keith whistles and the ReVenants stop. Keith backs up slowly as Neo James Carner and Rob Garcia do the same. The ReVenants were every bit the unholy Trinity they said they were.
[Cut.]
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[Hype.]
A video begins to play on the video screen. At first it shows a busy city intersection, with traffic whirring by at a breakneck speed, as a deep voice begins to speak. The video then begins to show various buildings and people.
V/O "Detroit. The Motor City. Motown. The D. Hockeytown. A city once famous for hard working people, the American Auto industry, a record label, and a city of champions.”
The video then shows the faces of famous people.
"The former home of people like Civil Rights Activist Rosa Parks, Actors Jeff Daniels and Robin Williams, Musicians Madonna, Eminem, Arthea Franklin & Bob Seger. Athletes like Former NFL star Antonio Gates. Mr. Tiger Al Kaline, Mr. Hockey Gordie Howe, and Professional Wrestlers, Kevin Nash and George “The Animal” Steele’
The video then shows scenes like an abandoned house, a homeless man on a park bench, and a hypodermic needle next to a storm drain .
"A city now ravaged by the effects of drugs, economic collapse, and violence.”
The video then shows a large building and begins to pan up to the broken windows, and zooms in to find a well-dressed man, sitting in a chair.
"A city now on the verge of a major comeback, along with this man.”
The man in the chair looks at the camera.
"September 16th. The P in NPW stands for Perfection.”
The man gets up and walks away, the camera returns to the chair were he was sitting to show only a lonely white fedora.
[Joe Nobody.]
[Debuts.]
[Honor: Fight For the Fallen.]
[Flash.]
[Cut.]
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Double Main Event
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Imperial Crown Tag Team Championship Match
30 Minute Time Limit
Prime Time (c) [Primal & Timeless] vs. HNDRXX & Joseph Mack
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In what ended up being the biggest swerve and one of the most talked about parts of August on the Atlantic, HNDRXX dawning the El Guapo costume to lull Timeless into a fall sense of security was an epic way to get even with the man that had been hopelessly bullying the young boys from every city and town that NPW travelled to. As has been seen and documented in HNDRXX's flashback sequences, we all know that he's the type who won't back down and is always there to stand up to the forces of evil even if it looks like he's at a disadvtange. No bigger bully than Timeless, who was sporting a clean undefeated record in singles competition up until that point.
One might argue that he's still undefeated and the loss shouldn't be held against him. Either way, the situations that developed at AOTAIII for Primetime were less then favourable. Both ate a little humble pie, and it seemed to have shocked them back into tip top focus. The mean streak that both are known for, the same mean streaks that brought the two of them together in the first place now seem to be at the forefront of their respective mentalities.
Primetime demanded this match, wanting to set the record straight and take the challenge head on. They're undefeated n tag team matches and are elevating the Imperial Crown Tag Team Championships with each and every show that passes. On the other side of the coin, HNDRXX has been training with Joseph Mack for months now, as Mack decided to get some extra work in at the Warehouse and allow for the two of them to develop organic chemistry as a team through workouts and training.
The challengers were out first to a huge ovation. It's clear that both men have captured the hearts and imagination of the fans, and the NPW fans are loyal. Once they love you, it's truly difficult to break that bond.
The champions were out second to a smattering of cheers, but mostly boos from the crowd. Roxy lead the way and made sure to shine on any fan that wasn't happy to see them. You could sense that this was all business for the champions. They handed their titles off to the time keeper, took their positions and basically begged the referee to start the match.
Primal and Mack got things started. Primal looked like a beast off of his leash, as he hammered away at Mack and tossed him around the ring with little resistance. Quick tag to Timeless, who flipped HNDRXX off and dug his knee into the ribs of Mack while Primal held his arms back. The duo hammered away with tandem double axe handles with had Mack wincing in pain.
HNDRXX was already extending his hand for the tag, as he couldn't wait to get into the ring. Talk about a true competitor. In the face of two of the toughest man on the NPW roster, the young up and comer shows no backdown at all.
Irish whip, Spinebuster from TIMELESS.
WHAAAAAMM!
Mack rolled out of the way and made the tag to HNDRXX, as Timeless seemed to want the exchange to happen after working out some of his pent up frustration. HNDRXX hit the ring, a house of fire. Lefts, rights, bouncing Timeless back - blind tag to Primal. HNDRXX didn't see it, massive clothesline from behind from PRIMAL!!
WHat's this?
Timeless tells Primal to flex! He does! A massive amount of hair has now covered the ring, and it looks so coarse and sharp! GROSS!
Timeless touches the hair folacals and then shows the crowd that they're so sharp that it actually penetrated his finger. Drops of blood follow. Primal's hair can do anything. It can be soft and malleable to make items and gifts for others. It can also serve as a weapon and shed like a sac of thumb tacks!
The crowd is disgusted as well as intrigued. What in the world!
Timeless then tags back in and clotheslines HNDRXX Out of the ring. Timeless stalks him and lifts him up... FALCON ARROW onto the concrete floor! HNDRXX has the wind completely knocked out of his lungs. He's gasping for air! Timeless uses his boot laces to rake the young wrestler's eyes! This is disgusting!
Timeless rolls HNDRXX back into the ring and picks him up and sets him up sitting on the top rope. Timeless climbs the ropes..... TOP ROPE URANAGE onto Prima's ThumbTack HAIR!!!!
WHAAAAM!!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HNDRXX's back is bleeding as the pieces of hair penetrate his skin. Mack tries to jump into the ring, but Primal is ready and spears him into next week, sending him outside of the ring!
Timeless grabs a hold of HNDRXX"s arm! He's yanking on it... pulling on it... he's threatening to snap it! The referee is in position, HNDRXX won't tap1
CRUNCH!
CRACK!!
[OH.]
[MY.]
TIMELESS just dislocated HNDRXX"s elbow and now his forearm bone is in two pieces as well! HNDRXX has passed out due to the pain. The referee calls for the bell!!!
The fans are in shock. HNDRXX can't continue, this is most definitely a Technical Knockout! But the real concern is for HNDRXX. A dislocated elbow and broken radius!
The fans are ready to jump over the guardrail.
What's this?
[El Guapo!]
The real masked luchador is here to make the save! He has a CHAIR! Timeless and Primal scatter, not wanting to eat any shots knowing what's coming.
OH NO!
WHAM!!!
El Guapo just bent the chair over HNDRXX's head!
WHAM!
AGAIN!
Two nasty unprotected chair shots.
Timeless and Primal roll into ring laughing. El Guapo takes off the mask..
IT'S ROXY!!
How disgusting. This was a set up from the start. Joseph Mack finally rolls HNDRXX Out of the ring who's in very rough shape.
Winners and STILL Imperial Crown Tag Team Champions: Prime Time (10:11)
In the middle of the ring Prime Time and Roxy bowed to the crowd and seemed very proud of what they had accomplished. Timeless pulled the ringside camera man close and spoke with passion.
"This is what happens when you mess with Prime Time. The whole wrestling world should beware, because you cross us and you're going to end up like that punk HNDRXX."
The fans are livid, as our show goes off the air.
[Black.]
[Credit Roll.]
